I hate running. I can't run that far, I can't run that long. My life could be full of i can'ts, i wonts, i hates....however, my husband gives me the strength and inspiration to want to be better. To want to honor. He didn't want to get up at 4:30am for PT every morning. He never wanted to do field training for a week, or a month without getting to come home. He didn't want to go to Iraq for the second time. Everyday he does things he doesn't nessesarily want to do. And this is the day I begin honoring him in a way that is healthy for the both of us. This is the day i have the motivation. For him, for me. I may not be running in the sandbox in 100 degree weather, but im running. I miss you SPC. Bentley. I wait for you with all my love.