I ate brunch with family, shopped South Congress, bought cowboy boots, saw live music in the live music capital of the world, dined with an old friend and a new friend, bar hopped on 6th street, and ended my night outside the state Capital Building.
What more could you ask for in a single day?
But I climb into bed and remember the time chips I saw looped around shoe laces, the women gingerly walking down shop steps complaining of soreness, and the men in dress shirts and Nike Frees tipsy off only two Shiner Bocks.
It almost scares me how hard and fast I fell for running. And it really, really hurts to feel like it’s all been ripped away, even temporarily.
