3.5 today . . I could have ran for days.
3.5 tomorrow.
I got photos developed tonight from my trip to Boston. I miss my brother. I miss my Megan. I miss having a pocket full of cash, Starbucks on every other corner, Harpoon Beer, brick buildings and hanging around twenty somethings still on fire for careers, love, and future. I had a kitchen conversation at 1AM about God and Grace. I needed that conversation as much as the other person.
I am on my 3rd week of half marathon training. Am running far less miles than I did this winter but do not care because I'm injury free and ABLE to run.
One day you are going to go to a funeral and everybody is going to get to drive home afterwards but you.
I have been thinking about that line for 2 days. I heard it this weekend. It is sobering.
I have been listening to this CD (Band of Horses - -"Funeral" off of Everything All The Time album)
