On February 2nd, I stayed up all night and watched the sun come up. I ran along the beach and experienced one of the most amazing runs of my life. It really reminded me of why I run and why I'm doing what I do. For those who are not runners... There are these amazing moments of JOY sandwiched between the pain and boredom. That doesn't sound too appealing, but really, it's amazing.
I don't run because I want to be competitive. I don't run to stay in shape. I run to beat myself. It's an exercise of mind over matter, for me. Take a marathon for instance. I just keep pushing my body for 42km and if it wants to whine or give up, i beat it into mental submission. I believe for some reason, deep down, that if I can overcome a situation as extreme as a marathon, then I can beat little things, like vices. If I can control my mind, I can really control my situation.
Other than that... I'm not even a morning person, but I want to wake up every sunrise until I leave beautiful Rio. I also want to try some other epic runs. I heart this place.