Crisp, cool air hits my face on my run and sends me back to 2007. Before then, having moved from the desert, I didn’t know what running on a cold fall day meant. Somewhere a happy memory exists, because I breathe a sigh of relief as I begin my run. But somewhere, around mile 2, a feeling of regret sinks deep into my system. I should have, could have, would have plays on repeat, and I am fully aware that I have always run from this when it gets difficult, like I want to do right now.
And that, is not a good feeling.