tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13971816279609805692011-11-27T19:39:18.065-05:00life running through my headThe Running Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12506059573460332982noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397181627960980569.post-88672989500474534052011-01-17T20:29:00.001-05:002011-01-17T20:36:09.644-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTOCiA6kvMk/TTTswWLAvkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CX-EhixUlpU/s1600/557052256_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTOCiA6kvMk/TTTswWLAvkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CX-EhixUlpU/s320/557052256_small.jpg" /></a></div><br />A new year brings inspiration, or at least it brings the urge to clean out closets. Every January I have felt the need to begin afresh: to become a better person. The requirements are always the same: read and maybe write, eat healthy foods, run another marathon and add 10 hours to each day in order to get all these things done as well as try to keep three children alive and somewhat productive. So, yeah. Good luck with that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397181627960980569-8867298950047453405?l=therunningperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Running Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12506059573460332982noreply@blogger.com0