I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it here, but I am a runner.
It started this past Spring Break, when I joined my mom for a very uncharacteristic beach vacation to Jamaica:
Not being much of a “snooze by the oceanside” person, I decided to get up early in the mornings for the morning walk, a three-mile powerwalk along the hilly golf course next to our hotel. About halfway through the first one, I thought to myself “I could run this…” and so I did. And the next day I ran a …

It’s very strange – in high school I was always acutely aware of the summer melting away. By the end of the summer I was ready to go back (who doesn’t love new school supplies) but there was always this feeling of sadness when the summer was half over.
Halfway through my first summer as a college student, however, I find myself missing Charlottesville. I miss walking everywhere, even in bad weather. I miss having mini parties with popcorn and the third season of How I Met Your Mother. Most of …