I got a little better yesterday.

I ran a thirty one mile race through the woods of the Cumberland Plateau, and I got a little better. I can’t really explain why running through the woods made me better, but it did. I finished almost last, but that’s not unusual- it is of little consequence. I became a better person- a better dad, husband, brother, son and friend. I believe that. I simply believe I became a little bit better.

I am not of the belief that running thirty one miles made me twenty eight miles better than the person who ran a 5K, nor do I think that I became sixty nine miles less improved than the person who ran a 100miler. I believe I became better.

I don’t think that I became any better than the person who went to church, or went to the gym, or went to their piano class, or went to the park, or went to visit their family, or went to watch a friend perform, or went for a walk, or took some time to get quiet and maybe achieved some mental clarity. I just believe that I became a little better.

It is easy to go through life and not really make the distinction between “getting by” and “getting better”. —There’s your tweet

I have made it through a large number of “Mondays through Fridays”, in an effort to enjoy the weekend. That is how I have spent most of my life. I have made an existence out of “getting by”.

Today, I get better.

I have no scorecard. I haven’t a way to quantify my progress. I don’t have any graphs or charts or comparisons to track my progress. I simply try. I put forth an effort.

I want to make an effort.

I want to be better.

If you put forth the effort, if you consciously make progress in positive areas of your life, if you try new things and create new experiences, I commend you. It’s easy to get caught up in the full-time job of “getting by”. I appreciate all of those who taught me how to get busy, get active, and get just a little bit better…one day at a time.

Peace, Love, and all things Beef related,