One of my favorite things about being in college is the fact that when I come home, my parents almost treat me as a guest. Almost being the key word. They’re excited enough to have me home that they take … Continue reading
I ran track from 4th grade to my senior year of high school. That is 9 seasons of sprinting. My first season was full of excitement and passion. My final season was a mixture of nostalgia and apathy.
Despite my dislike for running by my senior year, it at least kept me relatively in shape. My high school years consisted of me getting into shape from February to May and slowly falling back out of shape from June to January.