As in football, any given Sunday can bring victory or defeat. Sometimes no matter how hard you practice, the other team practices harder. I face this uncertainty around 3:30 pm every Sunday - that’s my regularly scheduled long run. It’s the time when I battle against the pavement. The past couple of long runs haven’t exactly been in my favor, but, like the NY Giants, I’ve always beaten the odds and conquered my adversary.

The conditions couldn’t have been better for Sunday’s eight-miler - sunny skies, a good night’s rest, and an extra bottle of water along with my Gatorade. I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better run . . . well, maybe a slightly faster time, but, none the less, I can finally put another one in the win column.