Last night, as I briefly wrote about my busy life back in high school, I couldn’t help but think back to those jam packed days. School and running were my life, but I was fortunate enough to have my amazing friends by my side in both.

My decision to do cross country and track was probably one of the best choices I’ve ever made, though I honestly can’t remember when I actually made the decision. My brother was on the team and an awesome runner, so I guess as I watched him fall in love with the sport, my life long passion for dance went out the back door.

I loved dance, but for some reason I always felt like there was something missing in my life. The second I joined XC, I found exactly what dance was lacking- the true camaraderie that comes with being on team.

I’m sure I will talk much more about my high school running career and my whole running story, but I just had a sudden urge to reminisce for a second. One day when I’m more comfortable with this whole blogging thing, maybe I’ll post some team pictures. For now here’s one that was already published for the world (don’t let me flatter myself- it was really just a few neighboring towns) to see.

That mildly frightening brunette “tackling ‘heartbreak hill'” is yours truly.

Cute, right? The papz caught me at my most glamorous moment (and yes, I blurred out the town names on our singlets in my attempt to stay private).

Certainly not the best picture, but I just had to take a moment to relive my glory days.