When I was in my early teens, my family was stationed for an Air Force assignment in the Depths of the South (also known as Barksdale A.F.B. in northwest Louisiana). Having just moved there from our previous two-year assignment in upper-state New York, it was quite a culture shock. Everything was different. The landscape, the weather, the food, the people. Not any better or worse... just different. In a way, I felt like I was plopped into a huge vat of steaming gumbo, made from chicken, sausage, shrimp and anything else that crawled by. Diversity suddenly became a way of life for me and I had to adapt to it very quickly in order to survive.
I'm not going to qualify for Boston (under a 3:45 finish) in three weeks. It just ain't gonna happen and to be perfectly honest, I don't want to qualify for Boston yet anyway. I don't believe I've put nearly the time, dedication or committment into what qualifying for Boston deserves. What I do expect to happen in three weeks, however, is making a marked, solid improvement in my performance. I expect to come closer to that qualifying mark than ever before and that's where the need for discipline comes in.