Mickelson Trail Run, Deadwood, S.D. I remember running the Moab Half Marathon in Utah a few years ago. When I came into the last mile, I repeatedly thought, “I can do this. I have trained for this. I have completed 12.1 miles already. One mile is nothing. I know how to finish. I’ve done this before.” With a half mile remaining, I saw my family. They were cheering me on, and my sons wanted to run with me. I waved them toward me, and we finished the race together. Today on my run, as I came into the last mile, I was having similar recurring thoughts: “I can do this. I am in training for this. One mile is nothing. I know how to finish. I’ve done this before.” In that Moab race, I never asked for my boys to finish the race with me, but they did. It was simple. They were just there, running with me. It felt good. It gave me confidence, and it refocused my thinking. It took my mind off the aches and placed it where it needed to be, on finishing strong. Today,