Kids rode the Metro for the first time, a big event as we are from a (fairly) rural but up-and-coming county just West of Richmond. I love the tranquility of our country-like setting at home but I was a wild woman dancing on the heart beat of our Nation's Capital. So much action, so much to see, so much moving and shaking nearby.
So, of course I needed to go on a run. We banished the children (all good swimmers, BTW) to the hotel pool and my husband and I laced up and hit the pulsating pavement. I just followed letting him navigate traffic lights and Columbus Circle. We ran through the Capitol grounds (saw Obama's hybrid Suburban sitting out front).
That summer I turned 21 and my parents drove all the way from Richmond just to bring me a cake. They have each since died - way too young - and I miss them so terribly. I have a million sweet stories about them. They are the best teachers I will ever have. (No offense, Col. Hart). Memories of that summer swam through my veins and I am so grateful I remembered a young student on the cusp of womanhood ready to blaze trails. I became inspired that it's NEVER TOO LATE. Here I am today.
I ran into my past and it made me excited about my future.
I hope that happens for you.
Here's my new teenager:
Run to your past. Make peace.
Look ahead. It's never too late!
BTW, the Nationals won.
What did you do this week?