Inspiration
This is for those who inspire me.
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I did something today, I woke up at 5:00am and decided not to go to the gym, Kevin was tired and I had a long week, around 7:00 I got a call and after the conversation I was lying in bed perplexed… Should I go for a run? I wanted to. I mean I actually felt levity in just thinking about it. I looked outside and saw the sun starting over the houses and I decided no, it will be too hot. My friend was leaving that morning to return to Orlando, I was up and wished him well (this is around 9:30) I stepped outside and walked into the sun light for the first time that morning, the air was cool and the light was warm. The sky was a brilliant blue and I, at that moment, knew I was running.
While I lace up my shoes and spray Sunscreen on all uncovered areas, my mind flickers and I dwell briefly on faces and energy’s of others. I stand invite my brother to come along, he regretfully declines. I step out again into this perfect day and began my run. I had made my goal to run from my house to honeymoon island, by way of the Pinellas Trail. As I moved across the ground at a good pace my mind came back to those faces those energy’s the very presence of people I know. While I thought of them I became inspired. Inspired to do great things, to reach my potential, to become strong and powerful in mind body and spirit. As I ran I could feel a change in me that I don’t ever want to lose. That change is shaping me to become who I am, deep down, who I have always been. And I have very specific people to thank for it.
My friends were in my thoughts as I ran my loved ones, my parents and family. I realized that while I was turning off the trail and onto the road that leads to the island. I am a fighter, and anyone that has argued with me can probably agree. But what was different in this realization is that I never fought for myself, or even for others really like I felt I should, I lacked strength; it was because of how I was raised. Not to pass blame and by no means do I regret my up bringing, I simply realized that what had happened was I had used my strengths against themselves. It was in my nature to fight, and when I was learning to be passive I simply told myself to fight the nature to fight. I was good at fighting so I became good at being passive, while I fought my own nature. Paradoxical, yes. But now as I run and as I feel my body experience all manner of new pains and pleasures, it gives me the clear mind to make these judgments. The distance from my house to honeymoon and back is 9miles. And aside from minor stopping from lights and a stretch at the turning point, I ran the whole thing. I am proud of myself, not in a sinful way, because the act is quite humbling, and that is because of those who inspire me.
My inspiration comes from my Cousin Marshal Chubirka, he is a try-athlete who has completed the Iron Man, a long time dream of mine actually one that was not to often shared… I look at him with the utmost admiration. Brooke Kane, if it wasn’t for her I know for a fact I would not be in the lifestyle I am in now. She has brought me to places I never knew I could go. Brooke also runs triathlons, and is on her way to one as I am typing this. There are people who I think of and know and love that have fought, fought more then most of the people I know, Michele Maiorana and Brooke’s Mom; there strength is a constant amazement to me. Being around them you are touched by life itself.
Marshal you are a mountain.
Brooke thank you; from the bottom of my heart.
Michele& Mrs. Sweeney I will always admire and respect you.
~Timothy James Grab
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I did something today, I woke up at 5:00am and decided not to go to the gym, Kevin was tired and I had a long week, around 7:00 I got a call and after the conversation I was lying in bed perplexed… Should I go for a run? I wanted to. I mean I actually felt levity in just thinking about it. I looked outside and saw the sun starting over the houses and I decided no, it will be too hot. My friend was leaving that morning to return to Orlando, I was up and wished him well (this is around 9:30) I stepped outside and walked into the sun light for the first time that morning, the air was cool and the light was warm. The sky was a brilliant blue and I, at that moment, knew I was running.
While I lace up my shoes and spray Sunscreen on all uncovered areas, my mind flickers and I dwell briefly on faces and energy’s of others. I stand invite my brother to come along, he regretfully declines. I step out again into this perfect day and began my run. I had made my goal to run from my house to honeymoon island, by way of the Pinellas Trail. As I moved across the ground at a good pace my mind came back to those faces those energy’s the very presence of people I know. While I thought of them I became inspired. Inspired to do great things, to reach my potential, to become strong and powerful in mind body and spirit. As I ran I could feel a change in me that I don’t ever want to lose. That change is shaping me to become who I am, deep down, who I have always been. And I have very specific people to thank for it.
My friends were in my thoughts as I ran my loved ones, my parents and family. I realized that while I was turning off the trail and onto the road that leads to the island. I am a fighter, and anyone that has argued with me can probably agree. But what was different in this realization is that I never fought for myself, or even for others really like I felt I should, I lacked strength; it was because of how I was raised. Not to pass blame and by no means do I regret my up bringing, I simply realized that what had happened was I had used my strengths against themselves. It was in my nature to fight, and when I was learning to be passive I simply told myself to fight the nature to fight. I was good at fighting so I became good at being passive, while I fought my own nature. Paradoxical, yes. But now as I run and as I feel my body experience all manner of new pains and pleasures, it gives me the clear mind to make these judgments. The distance from my house to honeymoon and back is 9miles. And aside from minor stopping from lights and a stretch at the turning point, I ran the whole thing. I am proud of myself, not in a sinful way, because the act is quite humbling, and that is because of those who inspire me.
My inspiration comes from my Cousin Marshal Chubirka, he is a try-athlete who has completed the Iron Man, a long time dream of mine actually one that was not to often shared… I look at him with the utmost admiration. Brooke Kane, if it wasn’t for her I know for a fact I would not be in the lifestyle I am in now. She has brought me to places I never knew I could go. Brooke also runs triathlons, and is on her way to one as I am typing this. There are people who I think of and know and love that have fought, fought more then most of the people I know, Michele Maiorana and Brooke’s Mom; there strength is a constant amazement to me. Being around them you are touched by life itself.
Marshal you are a mountain.
Brooke thank you; from the bottom of my heart.
Michele& Mrs. Sweeney I will always admire and respect you.
~Timothy James Grab