The following is a true story about how when one strives to be the best, he brings himself, and others, to heights previously unimagined.
Our story begins with the most successful band in the history of rock and roll, the Beatles. The year was 1965. The Beatles were sitting on top of the musical world. In the previous three years they had charted no fewer than 40 songs. 24 songs of those sings reached the Top-40 with 11 becoming number-one hits. In that short time the Beatles released no fewer than six albums that also reached number-one on the charts.
The Beatles “yeah, yeah, yeah” style and sound was a defining aspect of popular music, yet, all of that was about to change…
I like to run. A lot. I like running very much (so I like running a lot). I also like to run a lot of miles (so I like running a lot). (I like when a sentence such as “I like running a lot” can be interpreted two different ways.)
When I run, which is most often on a treadmill at irrational hours of the early morning, I usually listen to music on my iPod. I often get inspired by inspiring songs. (I wonder how many other obvious statements I can write in this passage.)
I find every run, no matter what the distance, to be hard. Every single run presents a challenge.
It is probably somewhat normal, even for adults, to have favorite sports figures that they root for. Baseball, football, and hockey players, tennis and golf stars, auto racers, and others come to mind. With that being said, there are probably few people who have a professional marathoner for whom they root.
I am one of those people. I am fan of Meb Keflezighi. He’s a champion marathoner.