The journey continues
While I didn't chase down a BQ or an OT qualifying time, Sunday May 7's Pittsburgh Half Marathon to me was one of those moments that I'll never forget. From being a young kid who could barely sleep the night before our Elementary School's Jog-A-Thon, to my 8th grade season of the 1 mile and 800, to the years I chased down a football dream, the disappointment and fears of what my own body could withstand, to finally saying, you can do this. My relationship with this sport is innate. It was disguised for years as something else, ultimately leading me back to square one. I'd be lying to say I haven't wondered what could have been if I'd stuck with distance running and building off a 5:28 1 mile PR I ran in 8th grade, 2 weeks shy of my diabetes diagnosis. I can never go back in time, but thoughts such as those also inspire my present day. Last winter I was in a heavy strength training block, still logging some miles here and there, maybe 10-12 miles a w