Week 12 Summer Miles (PRD)

 Week 12 Summer Miles (PRD)

BELIEVE! BELIEVE! BELIEVE!

Believe in YOURSELF!, Believe in the WORK you have DONE, Believe in the TIME you have DEDICATED!!

The season is upon us! TWO races, JV on Friday and Varsity on Saturday!!

TRUST THE PROCESS, TRUST THE WORK, TRUST THE TEAM, TRUST YOURSELF!

The only way...and I mean the ONLY WAY, to GREATNESS requires a price!  It is about the time we put in...it can be the attitude we MUST adjust and/or improve...it can be the daily drag of getting up for practice...it can be just getting to practice...it can be the extra miles, the 2 runs a day, the little things of hydrating, eating better, sleeping enough...on and on!  Those who are willing to BELIEVE in the "Big Picture"...I say BELIEVE, because sometimes we don't know exactly WHY we keep doing this, other than we FEEL and BELIEVE it is worth it...never let go of that feeling and TRUST that... 

Be the Uncommon Runner! See video below!!

A breed of a different sort

(WE ARE MURRAY)

 

I am a cross-country runner, a breed of a different sort. I’m proud to be a cross-country runner. I wear my splendid uniform throughout the world – a pair of shorts, no matter the style, a tee-shirt the DI or Salvation Army wouldn’t accept, socks that don’t match but do smell – but always, always, a good pair of shoes. My shoes are my trade. I wear my uniform proudly. I am a cross-country runner.

I am a veteran of golf courses, long winding hills. I am a mountain goat, a fast deer, the slower tortoise, the laughing hyena, the morning dove, the owl. I run the night when the world settles down to sleep, in the early morning dawn of morning as the world prepares to rise, at noon day when all the world is at work or at play. It matters not to me as I am a Cross-Country runner.

I am a sufferer. I have lived with pain. I’ve known the agony of defeat and the thrill of victory. I have won some that I should not have won and lost some that I should have won. I have nursed swollen limbs, rubbed aching muscles, ploughed ahead against the wishes of a tiring soul, I have learned to dictate to a negative brain that the race must continue. I have passed many a competitor and have been passed by many. I have heart, guts, and continue when all is lost. I have pride and when my soul cries, “Quit”, I push a litter harder. I have many friends when the race is favorable and many critics when it is lost. I am a Cross-Country runner.

I have records upon records, charts upon charts of my daily achievements (STRAVA), yet I plough ahead on uncharted courses. I have run the short, flat speed course of East Bay (Provo), the up and down hills of Cottonwood Complex (Premier, Region), the mountain trails of Park City, I have run in Big races (Murray invite and State, Sugarhouse Park),  I run the hardened pavement of the city streets. It matters not as I am a Cross-Country runner.

I am a survivor. I have been chased and bitten by dogs and by flies, stung by Bees, and nearly run over by motorists who don’t understand. I have been bruised and scarred by jumping over guard rails, falling off overpasses, and running into tress I just didn’t see. I have sprained ankles by stepping into places I shouldn’t have steeped or stepping on objects that had no reason to be there. But, I survive, I am a Cross-Country runner.

I have learned to endure, to pay the price, to stick it out to the very end; to live with pain, soreness, blisters, cramps, headaches, dry throat, and heavy feet. I have endured colds, flu, tendinitis, shin splints, hay fever, pulled muscles, and muscles that just wouldn’t pull. I have learned that success does not always come easy, and I survive. I am a Cross-Country runner.

Some say that I am a fool; some say I should have head examined; others just shake their heads and say, “No brain, no pain.” People march around me, very few with me. I am tough, cocky, tall, plump, small, and frail, talkative, quiet, from the rich to family, from the poor family. I am Black, White, Indian, Mexican, Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, or Senior. I am many things to different people. I am a Cross-Country runner.

I believe in me, in my teammates, and they believe in me. We are family. We are all Cross-Country runners, a breed of a different sort.

 We are Runners! Check out the Video’s below