Yesterday was D-day. For me at least. It was my third attempt at running the Marine Corps Marathon. My first attempt I finished. Barely. I mean barely. It took me well over six hours. The second year I was diagnosed with asthma. I had a major asthma attack around mile 17 and ended the marathon in the back of an ambulance. This year I started having a nose bleed and knee pain at mile three. I pushed myself to at least complete the 10K. Then I quit. I quit because I knew that my training was not good enough to get me through. I knew that I had slacked off and my body didn’t deserve to take a beating for what my mind did. So I woke up this morning and decided to never make another excuse. I am excited to journal my year of training for the 40th Marine Corps Marathon in 2015. To reflect every week and push myself harder every day. To get in to the best shape of my life so that I can destroy any doubt in my mind that I am not a marathoner. To prove it to myself and to make my Grandpop proud. Needless to say, I took today off from any physical activity. So, for now…pictures from this past weekend.