Heart pumping, legs throbbing and hair slicked back from sweat can categorize my Sunday morning as I amped my running distance from typical 5K to my very first half marathon.
Sometimes, I wait for my first block class to be over in school, just to encounter another 58-minute block after.
We all leave them somewhere. They’re our old, forgotten cell phones, iPods and other electronics that sit collecting dust in tucked-away drawers. They’re out of sight and out of mind.
If I were an archeologist excavating the depths of my mind to try and discover that one rare, precious Thanksgiving memory, then I could truly say I found it.