Dreams are meant to be lived. Goals, to be strived for. I know everyday is a gift no matter what. But call me selfish, I want more. I don't want to be a middle of the pack runner. I don't want people to say "Oh he runs pretty good for what he's been through". I don't want to live a life of excuses. it's time to call on that intestinal fortitude. Time to take the dream back off the shelf and see what I'm made of.