Two fundamental things are happening in this period if time.
Saint Anselm College, inter alia, competes in the most challenging and nerve severing event of the Division II Cross Country Season: North East 10 Conference
It is a monumental period for the team to be prepared for. I wish them only my heartiest best-wishes, as well as the strength and focus to run with speed and prudence.
I feel as if I’ve lost that experience. I lost three weeks earlier this fall. And I’m working like hell to get back. But my body is permitting me to only run 3 times per week, to reach the Manchester City Marathon on November 4.
Today was 15 miles in the heaven from which I feel removed from. It felt different this time. I don’t know why. But it doesn’t have the luster, the allure, or perhaps the conditioning that it used to have.
I can now recollect the memories of this special place, and what it meant to run there for three years regularly. I still drive there, for 1 hour, to run a long run there at a moment’s notice.
I’m not saying I’m right. Not saying that I don’t remember what it was like to be there as a novice runner, with the best friends I have. The best friends I have.
Watching other novice runners travel there for the first time. Witnessing blizzards and rainstorms and mud, and runs across a frozen lake. It is all to blistering to ever forget.
My body seems difficult sometimes. But I know that it was built to succeed. Not to fail. And in this, I trust.

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