I have always loved running. I know that XC is your sports punishment and I know all the stuff that everyone has to say about it. Nevertheless, XC and kinda Spring Track as well, have always been a passion of mine. I love the feeling of running. It brings me such joy. The long autumn days where we would be running about five miles a day were the best. It was cold like it is now but you are in your shorts and t-shirt because you are just so hot. That fire and ice combo is something really special. I miss all of the workouts where you did not think you could do it but you learned a lot about yourself and your mental toughness on those days. I miss the days where you could run a great mile time over and over again like it is no big deal. I miss the meets where you sprint past some dude in front of all your teammates and coaches. I miss running through the cramps and the exhaustion. I miss the county and division titles we won when I was a member. I miss all of those memories and silly little jokes we had on the team.
Running is a funny thing. You are so alone in your thoughts and in each step you are getting work done. It was a beautiful way to enjoy the autumn each year and all of her colors. Just being able to say that I ran an 18:30 5k means something to some people. I ran so many miles over the course of a few months from sophomore year to senior year of high school. It was great. I wish that my knees did not get wrecked by the daily pounding on the old track. I will take sensitive knees any day if it meant that I ran XC all those years.
Call me nostalgic because of the season but I really wish I could go back in time and get back to those days.