Early in my life I wouldn’t consider myself “well-traveled”, but my perspective of travel changed after a trip to Spain with Andrea. Despite initial fears, the experience transformed me. Now, travel, though stressful, is an important part of my life.
A visit to York College of Pennsylvania brought a flood of memories of the place where I would not only find the love of my life, but I also fell in love with a campus and that city, and, more importantly, all those people I encountered along the way. All those people that helped me, even in the smallest ways; all those people I shared a laugh or a tear with; all those people I studied, partied, and prayed with. All those random, nameless people I encountered in a typical day. I love the way they affected my life, whether I am still in touch with them to this day or not.
I met the challenge of 100 miles before the end of the year, today, with 18 days to spare. While I am happy about it, I did fail at the […]
With my tail between my legs, I am back. I got hurt on my last run at the beginning of October. I was pissed in my stupidity of how I […]
Andrea asked me how far I planned to go today and I told her I’d see how far my body would take me. That was exactly 1.5 miles. And it […]
One measly little mile today, but it was the plan of the day. My legs were still a bit sore from Sunday and I ventured out pretty frustrated with work. […]
I also believe in signs…I think there are little things God puts in front of us to remind us that he is with us and that everything will be okay.
I originally wrote this two years ago…I’ve modified it a bit to update it. The original is here. I was a kid. A 13 year old entering into some of the most confusing years of my life. Arm issues left me incapable of playing sports and a crippling shyness left […]
In high school I carried a composition book with me that I would write poems and “prose” in from time to time. I titled the notebook “Inspired by Boredom” because I predominantly wrote when I was bored, which means I did most of my writing while sitting through a class. […]
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