Once A Runner…

Pictures, Memories… Good Motivators!

I finally got around to changing the default pictures in the three little squares in the banner for my blog. Working with such a small size for photos was a little constricting, but I managed. So, now I have some images up there I can not only live with but that also are more deeply personal and really do much to help keep me motivated.

The original, default image file names and their replacements are listed below, left-to-right:

Runner1.jpg is no more; instead you should now see Danny Busheme and Mike Terry racing downhill at the cross country regional meet at San Marcos Academy, San Marcos, Texas.

Runner2.jpg is gone; instead that’s a photo of me, as a Junior at Judson High School, finishing the mile run at the District 29AAAA meet. (Yeah, a whole lot of years and quite a few pounds ago.)

Runner3.jpg has been cut, too; and instead there’s my brother, Darrell Warbington, and me on a nice easy run at one of the parks at Joe Poole Lake, near Grand Prairie, Texas.

For whatever they may be worth to anybody else visiting this blog — probably so much eye candy — they’re nothing but excellent motivators for me. Looking at those pictures makes me remember so much that I had taken for granted all these years, so much I let get away from me.

I’m ready to get back some of that… any of that… and I’m willing to work my ass off to get there. Just to resume some easy running, and have it in me to bust out for an occasional long run here or there… well, that would pretty much just rock.

This is for real. No more excuses. No more bullshit. No more chances.

Time is one damned mean son-of-a-bitch and nobody beats that cat at his own game, but you can cheat that cheeky bastard. You just have to let go of all the bullshit and get the hell out of your own damned way and seize every chance at life and at love, to savor every bit of all the joy and wonder and playfulness and pleasure that will come your way when you truly live.

See? The “cheat” is to pack all the life you can into whatever years you have — or have left — and then there ain’t a thing Time can hold over your head.

Forget all that crap about growing up. Play! Act out! Live! Love!

No limits. No lies. No bullshit. No doubts. No regrets.