"Miles" Joan Benoit Samuelson

40 years later, Joan Benoit Samuelson is still running after those same crazy dreams:

This is where 150,000 miles will get you: out here in the middle of nowhere. It's quiet out here, just birds and nature and your thoughts... thoughts about what got you here in the first place, every mile that led you here.
And with every tick of the odometer, you're reminded that miles can either do one of two things: they can either break you down, or... they can make your stronger.

150,000 miles and still running.

It's only crazy until you do it.

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Do you believe in superstitions?

Are you afraid of black cats? Would you open an umbrella indoors? How do you feel about the number 13? Would you walk under a ladder even if you had no other choice?

Whether or not you believe in them, you’re probably familiar with a few of these superstitions. But where did they come from? The narrator speaks about the weird and specific origins of some of our favorite superstitions.

Here is also a scene from a 3D animated movie about an unusual day in the life of a person who happens to be very superstitious.

 

Now it is time for you to test how superstitious you actually are! Click on the question below...

How Superstitious Are You?

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Tears and cheers as Iago Aspas returns to save Celta Vigo again

(Reblogged from The Guardian)

It’s not that Iago Aspas is Celta’s best player; it is that, 

as this weekend demonstrated once again, Iago Aspas is Celta

In the end, it all became too much and Iago Aspas broke down and wept, slumped into his seat sobbing. One by one, his team-mates came to him, putting an arm around his heaving shoulders, taking it in turns to hold him. All around, they sang: 22,315 of them, people just like him, chanting his name. He sat, eyes red, and half-watched the final minutes of a match he had won, lost in his thoughts. Through his tears, football was a better place, more meaningful. Balaídos certainly was, signs of life at last – and this was life. Here was a glimpse of feeling and of salvation, something for Celta de Vigo to hold on to. Him, basically. Hope had returned but it hurt.

Saturday was always going to be significant and so was Aspas, but few expected it to end quite like this. In Vigo, they were celebrating the reconquest, when the city rose against Napoleon’s troops in 1809 but it was another reconquest that occupied many of them, and if the old town filled with people in 19th-century costume, carrying swords, guns and axes, bagpipes and drums, the streets around Balaídos filled with light blue shirts, flags and flares, the team bus edging to the ground through the smoke, scarfs swirling. Celta were in the relegation zone, 18th, four points from safety, and were playing 17th-placed Villarreal: opportunity but also obligation.