I just got back from a run! I'm training for a 10 mile race the farthest I've ever done is 5K so this is a good goal. The trail I chose took me through the field where H dropped the bomb and I was crying and acting psycho. I haven't been there since and that was the end of May. I went anyway and it looks different! and at the other end was an old couple sitting on a bench and I thought that'll be me one day and we smiled at each other. I doubled back and spotted someone else running on the trail and as they got closer....oh my....major hottie alert. I sorta smiled and he looked slightly embarrassed and I kept going and left the field. Anyway I always get a bit philosophical and I just thought I was nervous about how I would feel. That the field would always hold negative memories and instead I wasn't met with flashbacks of my pain but with a picture of enduring love...and a hot man. So thank you universe!!!
