This is pretty much the story of my life these days. Between my mother getting upset with me running half-marathons and marathons, (angrily, she says, “Just stick to the 13.1 ones!”) and friends and family not quite understanding why any human being would put themselves through such torture and punishment for a “stupid medal”. Or, “I can’t even run half a block, and you’re running, what? 26 point, what?” Whatever your goals in life are, don’t let anyone steal away your desire to complete them, for no goal is too big or impossible to aim for. If it makes you happy, and God knows I love the way running makes me feel, then do it. Don’t run with just your legs, run with your heart.