am- Went for a good ol' run over to the Industrial park below the high school and then up to the school and joined the team for their run and then back to mi casa. I felt pretty crapy in my calves so thats a bumma. But got to see my bros so thats dandy. I miss um, I like my work crew at Chick but the team is family.
Also getting back into running has helped me realize something. And that is that the reason why I ran in high school isnt just because I wanted to beat my older brothers so I could feel cool and important. And it wasn't because "thats what a Gillespie does" but because it is the ONLY sport that I have found can bring peace to my soul, and allow me to be happier and a better person. Yes I do love going out and pushing myself hard and being competitive, but its also because I just purely love the act of running. I hope I can keep it going out on the mission. I know it will be hard since no one ever wants to run but I will try to find a way. Maybe I will just have to be like my homie Mitch in El Salvador and run in place in the house haha.