Today I went to a running store to get a good certificate for a friend. It has been a few years since I’ve set foot in this type of establishment and I couldn’t help but feel a bit of nostalgia. I was a frequent flier at these stores to constantly buy nutrition, replace shoes, and stock up on lots of other equipment for my daily runs and my races.

When I first started frequenting these places, I felt like a fraud. It took me a while before it felt like a runner. I managed to run 5 full (26.2 mile) marathons in a single year and more just as many or mlfw half-marathons.

I miss those days.

But what does the above picture have anything to do with running? Nothing really. It’s just a picture I took at a park where we had a pandemic safe lunch.