Last night, another person found out that I’ve run a 100 and called me crazy. It isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. Being called crazy gets under my skin, it isn't like the person in this case said it and then said congratulations on your accomplishment, it felt rude. As I was speaking very briefly to this stranger it occurred to me, finally, why being called crazy irritates me so much. It is because it simply speaks volumes about the person that says it and I’m not impressed by them. I always push myself hard in whatever I decide to do. I’m proud of my accomplishments so far even with my setbacks. I haven’t let them stop me for long and I don’t make excuses. I am around athletes who have high goals, push themselves and believe in themselves. I am someone who enjoys motivating others to better themselves. To me, crazy is never pushing yourself to be all that you can be and crazy is never fulfilling a dream. The majority of the population merely think about their goals and dreams and don’t take action, only to feel regret later on. I don’t think unfilled dreams are funny. I think it is sad. We were not meant to live a life of mediocrity. Life is too short and precious. Do you seek comfort or courage?