We Have Unrealized Capacities That

I Tried To Control The Narrative.

I Want To Die At A Hundred Years Old With An American Flag On My Back And The Star Of Texas On My Helmet, After Screaming Down An Alpine Descent On A Bicycle At 75 Miles Per Hour. I Want To Cross One Last Finish Line As My Wife And My Ten Children Applaud, And Then I Want To Lie Down In A Field Of Those Famous French Sunflowers And Gracefully Expire, The Perfect Contradiction To My Once Anticipated Poignant Early Demise.

What Ever Your 100% Looks Like, Give It.

Anything Is Possible, But You Have To Believe And You Have To Fight.

Marathons Are Hard Because Of The Physical Pain, The Pounding On The Muscles, Joints, Tendons.