

I woke this morning. I was still tired, my legs were tired. I wanted to curl back up and go back to sleep for a bit then go sit on the couch and watch football. I didn’t. I went to the gym. I was going to run 3 miles but I ran 5 instead.
As I was running I started to think. How lucky are we that we have the choice to go run or not to run on any given day. We have the choice to run/fight or not. The people we are running for don’t have the luxury of that choice. They get up and fight everyday, whether they are tired or hungry or anything for that matter. Having this choice is what we are fighting for. Giving the choice backed to our loved ones, that is what this is all really about isn’t it?