What do you think of when you see the number “300“?
Well, if you’re a bowling aficionado, you think of a perfect game. Yup, toss 12 strikes in a row and you achieve bowling’s holy grail.
Homer Simpson did it once… then again, what hasn’t Homer Simpson done?
What if bowling isn’t your game and you’re more of a movie nut.
Well, then 300 conjures up slo-motion images of chiseled Spartans laying waste to waves of Xerxes’ forces trying to storm the Hot Gates. Read the rest of this entry
Let’s jump back to 2008 for this story, shall we.
My sister-in-law Bonnie was the first person who told me I should get a running mantra.
When I first heard her mention it, I was like “Who shot who in the what now”* (incidentally this is what I say when someone says something that completely baffles me).
She explained it simply as a word (or words) or a phrase that you say to yourself when a race is getting tough and you need to focus and push on.