No place like home

There is no place like home and likewise, something so special about returning to where you first fell in love with running. I went home for my high school class reunion (10 years, holy crap!) and not only was it nice to see everyone but I also gained a serene sense when I went back to where life had so much promise. Before things like disease, and well, life, muck things up in a consequently beautiful way.

My home town’s perimeter measures exactly 2.3 miles- which growing up running sprints and middle distance seemed like a marathon. Nowadays my normal workouts equate to two or three laps or more around those illustrious streets. Life really gets put into perspective when you see where 10 years goes. But no matter what direction people are headed you realize that the journey is your life, you must live every day to its fullest and let go of your conceptions of high school dreams because God knows what he’s doing. Every challenge only makes you stronger, makes your life fuller. Our high school class motto was “Life’s not measured by the breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away.” As I finished my last run in my hometown for the foreseeable future, boy am I breathless.