At least the day STARTED good . . .

I just received some bad news . . . apparently something lead to one of my cousins to try to end his existence in this mortal plain.  He was found in time and is under observation in a hospital.  He slit his wrists and throat.

I'm one of those that don't have much sympathy for people who commit or attempt to commit suicide.  Don't get me wrong, I do love the guy but people who try to finish themselves off are a tad selfish!  What they don't seem to understand is for the most part there are people who love them and will help them if help is asked for.  From what I understand, he hasn't shown any suicidal tendencies before.  Something happened that he had done once before and he got caught.  I'm not sure what though.  My mom was in tears and I couldn't quite understand what she was saying.

If other people knew . . . whatever they knew that what he was doing was wrong, why the fuck didn't they get him professional help?!  He's still in high school, they'll forgive a lot if he wants and asks for the help.  People always come up against dead-ends in their lives, but most of the time there is a way around them if you're willing to look for alternatives.

I don't get why he tried, all I know is that the whole family is now is in a shambles.  Now it's my time to show my selfishness by making a decision:

Yesterday I had my One Mile Time Trial.  The coach asked for "Maximum Effort".  I was expecting to pull something like 9:30 or a bit over for the mile.  I ended up running an 8:52 mile.  I was so excited, I never thought I'd get that kind of number anymore!

Coach had a chart that showed what times you'd get in different distances that correlated to your mile time.  It's not one-to-one, but takes into account an average performance of other runners with similar times.  If I'm lucky and can keep with the average, I may be able to get under the 2:30 mark for the Half Marathon.  In minimalist shoes no less!

So that's my decision . . . I'm still running my Half Marathon come Saturday.

The dumbass will live.  He's going to get some major head-shrinkage done.  And everyone's gonna be walking on eggshells around him for a while.  In a year or two from now when he's mentally stable, I'm gonna beat the living shit outta him.  But before I do, I'm gonna tell him why.

GD