Lately I’ve been running along the same path that I use to conquer on a day to day basis over 10 years ago. The same path that I won blue ribbons and set new time records on. The same path that I ran with a clear mind and an infant like conscious; oblivious to the world around me because of my shape-less mind that had yet to be molded by the cares and reality of the world. These days I run with a different mind, with different thoughts, and a very different body yet all in one still the same.

Upon the first couple of runs I realized that things had changed dramatically. My wheezing scarred lungs from pneumonia years passed – one of the two top reasons why I stopped running; my aging nearsighted eyes, the womanly lumps and bumps that replace the once young toned tomboy body; and my mind that now over thinks, over analyzes every step and every breath and doesn’t believe in myself like it once did years ago.

Now knowing what I know now, 10 years ago while I was running this same path my brother was losing his religion. With every step that I took Intellect was conquering his faith but I didn’t know. Who knew that one of the same girls that ran with me would be killed prematurely in a car accident at the age of 20 and a young boy would hang himself in his garage only 2 years later for his parents to find? Who knew that within the next year I would battle for my life only to lose it face down in the toilet every night for 4 months? Who knew all the circumstances and obstacles the upcoming years would bring my way? Your way? We don’t nor will we ever. Look back. Who’ve you become?