1 Day Off
This week was difficult on many levels. Instead of taking some time off to recover from Grandma's Half Marathon, I decided to run every morning from the Dowd YMCA. This ensured I had a chance to say goodbye to everyone that has helped me achieve my goals over the last six years. At first it was a chore as I crawled out of bed each morning very early and I questioned why I wasn't sleeping in like a normal person after a big PR. But after I set out the door each morning and was greeted by multiple friends giving me a high five, I knew exactly why I had listened to my alarm clock. All my Charlotte friends are freaking awesome and it took months, if not years, to build these relationships. So every morning I ran and every morning I knew that Danielle and Billy would be there, and even Michelle most days. Others joined as they could and I enjoyed my easy recovery runs with these folks. However, as the week drew closer to my moving day (Friday), I began to wish it was just over. I felt like I was at this weird transition point where I was no longer a part of Charlotte but I also wasn't a part of Durham yet. I was ready to say goodbye to my friends here so that I could begin building relationships with those folks in Durham.
And so with that, I watched All My Sons Moving pack up my entire house into a van and unpack it all again in Durham. Within just 8 hours, I was no longer a part of Charlotte. The focus for this week wasn't about running, it was about getting in those last final runs with friends before saying farewell.
The 2017 Boston Marathon
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