I knew, I was not born a runner. I have always thought I had poor bones and did not have the capacity to run long distances. My longest one was back in 2000 in North Korea, running at below zero temperature with trails blanketed with 2-feet of snow. Then, I stopped running and focused more on few extreme sports. When I got married to Susan, I completely stopped extreme sports. I started running again in 2008 and I'd run 10-15 miles a week but not consistent due to busy schedules training clients. When we moved to Austin, I was amazed at how much time people spent running, and did a lot of outdoor activities including hundreds of different races almost every weekend whole year round. So, after joining the Nike Human Race in 2008, I decided I'd do a race once a month. I knew how to train but I also knew I did not have the time to train. The race days was my main training time. That meant, I'd join the race without preparing for it. My friends called me crazy, probably I was, but looked like everything was looking great. I loved challenges and I knew I was pushing it this time and wanted to see how much my "old body" could endure. My fear was messing up with my knees during training days and not being able to race due to injury (I knew it's wrong). Every time I finished a race, I'd reward myself with a pat on a shoulder knowing that I did great even without training.
Tough Men Don't Whine. They Simply Say, "More!"