Worth Every Second....

At approximately 10 past midnight on a Sunday, 2 hours and 41 minutes in to a 2 hours and 45 minutes run (or just short of 19 miles at the time), after a day spent doing what was likely an unexaggerated 8 hours of homework (therein prohibiting me from watching the USA vs. Japan soccer mash-up) and an hour and a half of mowing, I glanced up at the sky (probably because I was losing motor function in my neck) and saw a single shooting star. And it was all—-the lost hours and sore muscles—-suddenly worth every second.