I have a date. One that will push me, hurt me, make me smile and weep in equal measure and one that will make me consider my own sanity on a regular basis. I will love it. I will hate it. I will cherish moments of complete faith, I will learn from times of absolute despair.

I shall see the changing of seasons and feel their impact without protection from their will. I will marvel in the experiences brought to me and feel hatred toward the pain inflicted.

It will make me stronger
It will make me resolute
It will make me.

On April 25th 2010 I will run the London Marathon