I look forward to the times when I can run and really start to miss it when I don't. It's when I can clear my mind, devise blog topics and hash them out without interruption,
The other day, I was running around the track at the High School and had such a flood of memories and emotions. Pretty sure the last time I ran on a track was in 1991 or 1992 when I was "on the track team" in high school. Back then, the coach would tell us to go run 3 miles around town and each time, we would run up the street to my friend Kathleen's grandma's house and eat cookies/watch TV for the length of time we *thought* it might take us to run those 3 miles. Not sure, but that might be why we rarely won a race and the only time we did win was a day when we gorged ourselves on junk food right before running.
But, the other day, each lap brought a new memory and each lap brought a new sense of achievement and pride because I know that I never could have run 3.3 miles at 15, but here I was at 34, running like it was the most natural thing in the world. I'm pretty sure I could have kicked that 15 year old's ass if she was running along side me. :-)