My junior year of high school some friends convinced me to tryout for the Cross Country team at school. The first few weeks were hard but I soon came to love running – running that was not done on a track. I loved the workouts we did at a local park, the runs that took us through the woods, and even the ones that involved hills – big hills. After high school I continued to run – whenever I could find a running buddy (because running alone is just no fun to me).
My favorite run became the 5-mile loop through the woods, around the lake and along side the golf course of a local county park. It became my Sunday morning reawakening. For years I met a good friend or two at the park at least once a week for our run – never really obsessed with our time – rather more concerned about getting caught up on the week’s news and how we felt. We did local races – 5k, 10k, and even a 10-miler or two – not because we ever thought we could win, but because it was just fun.
Unfortunately my running days are behind me –