My Start

You know it's funny where someone could call a place their home, and it not even be a house. Wednesday my dad went out of town for a NABJ convention in Tampa, Florida and Friday my mom went out of town to help my uncle with something he's trying to sell in Louisville, Kentucky. They don't get back until Sunday. So I'm by myself this whole weekend. Most of my friends are out of town so I couldn't hang with them. The girl that I mentioned about two blogs ago had her cousin come in that Friday so I didn't want to try and interrupt her time with her cousin just so we can hang. So basically I'm at my house all day, and all night. But today, Saturday, as the day started to get hot I thought it would be a good idea to go for a run. I first started to head up to school. As I got there there were a bunch of traffic cones in the parking lot from people restructuring the parking lot. SO I turned around and was headed to St. Charles High School (I don't know why I was headed there to run. It was just the first place I thought of for some reason). So as I was going there I got this idea of going to McNair Park, which is the place where I used to practice football at. As I got closer I started to remember the old practices with my teammates and how we would warm up on this hill that was there. We would start at the bottom of the hill and do high knees, backwards runs, and sprints up the hill to warm up and sometimes for our conditioning. Those were some of the best times of my life right there. Not necessarily running up the hill but being with those group of guys, I'll never forget. As I got to the parking lot of McNair Park I saw the hill we used to run up. The same hill that would make people throw up if they weren't conditioned right. I got out of the car and saw that there was a softball game going on. I didn't really pay them any mind because I was here to do one thing: run up that same hill that whipped me into shape to play high school football. I got to the bottom of it and stared up it. "It's shorter than I remember," I thought. But I was sure that once I started to run up it that it will somehow get bigger. I started and I was thinking to myself "This isn't so bad. I think I can do a couple more sprints." So I did and I did a bunch of other speed dynamic and footwork stuff going up the hill. By the end of it I was pretty tired. As I was leaving these two kids sitting under a tree that saw me running asked me if I played football or baseball, since there was a softball game going on. I told them that I used to play football up there when I was younger and just came up here to run. They said "Man, that's pretty cool." And I said, "Yeah. It is," and walked away. It didn't really hit me until I left that it was actually cool. The fact that I played there when I was 11, 12, and 13 years old and I was coming back to run on the same hill I ran on five years ago was pretty cool. If I could have it my way i would go back to my eighth grade year and never leave. That was the best time of my life. But I can't. For now I can just keep going to the same place that made me love and hate playing football. I think I might go at the same time the practice started too; 6:30 pm to 8:30 pm. Although I don't think I'll stay that late. But starting next week I'm going to go every day. And I can't wait for it..