I have goals as a runner.
I have goals outside of running as well. But as this blog focuses (primarily) on my sometimes valiant attempts at being a runner, I will pester you, my dear reader, with only that which concerns my running.
At least for the time being.
Some of these running goals, without bothering to elaborate too explicitly, are quite lofty by my own humble standards. And I have come to realize that I may actually achieve them. And also that I may not.
In the meantime however, I will endeavour to do everything I possibly can to accomplish these goals.
I will at the very least try.
I deserve to at least try.
Try and see what my best really is. Try and see if I can make my dreams a reality.
And when all is said and done, to have the courage to try — in any area of life — is all we can ask of ourselves really.
The all too sad thing about life is that many times we don’t try. We’re afraid of committing. We’re afraid of failing. And sometimes, just sometimes, we’re also afraid of succeeding.
But if we have a dream, and we all have dreams, we ought to try, we ought to reach for them. We owe ourselves that much.
Unfortunately in life, even if we do try our darnedest, things may still not work out the way we had hoped. We still might not get the “happily ever after” of our dreams.
But then again what if, just what if, we do?