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You see scenery, I see pain. I hate running. You smile and say, "Yeah, right." But I'm serious. There is nothing about the act of running itself that's enjoyable. It's rare for me to be out on a run and start thinking about how glorious it is. Running is breathing hard. You push yourself, but not too hard. That can be a disaster. But push yourself to go at a steady speed, enough to push your heart rate into the target zone. Running is a mental wrestling match. There's a little voice in my head that says quitty things to me while I'm running. That voice gets louder this time of year. "Hop off, you've done enough. This sucks. Treadmills suck." My response: [Screw] you, keep running. Some people prefer to cheer themselves on during runs. You're doing great. Keep it up. Not me. I talk to myself like a drill sergeant in a dramatic movie. Running is physical pain. After some long runs, my body is so spent that I get out of breath by walking up

Looking for work is frustrating stuff. I try to write a cover letter from scratch when I apply for particularly interesting jobs that I want. Here's you chance to tell me what I'm doing wrong. Check out this cover letter I wrote and look for typos ... or whatever else you can find. Herding cats. That summarizes my early experiences with managing freelance writers. It was like herding cats. Fortunately, I quickly developed a strong pool of freelancers during my tenure as the assistant sports editor of The Salt Lake Tribune. It was those experiences as a manager that lead me to believe xxxxxxx's managing editor position is as perfect match with my qualifications.        My tenure as a manager at a newspaper taught me much more than how to develop a network of freelancers, though working with over a dozen in-house staff writers and per diem workers was valuable training. Our newspaper had high standards and was named one of the nation’s top 10 sports sections every year I was

After over seven years of buying flowers for you, I still struggle to tell the difference between mums and daisies. I guess I'm not a very good husband. I keep telling you this and you keep ignoring me. That's very kind of you. The mums vs. daisies issue rears its head this time of year. You want us to celebrate Valentine's Day. I'd rather celebrate Feb. 13. Also, I have to work tomorrow night. That's why I was trying to figure out what was what while looking at floral bouquets this morning. We both often bemoan how we're not alike. You know exactly what a mum is and what a daisy is. I want you to eat something other than nachos when we go out to eat. Or at least now and then. Last night, you hit the nail on the head as we were going to bed. It's not our differences that make us a great couple, it's all the similarities that get overlooked. We like the same restaurants (even if we order different things). We like the same types of restaurants. We'd r