Running

  10 years ago, I couldn't run because my knees hurt like hell. Fast forward 10 years and my knees have been reinvigorated. I find myself absolutely in love with the art of running. I'll be running my first half marathon on January 30th and I look forward to running many more. If my knees hold up, I can really see myself running for many years to come.

  There's something very primal about getting on the road and running for many miles. I feel a cathartic wave envelop me when my feet hit the road and I'm left alone with my thoughts. I often find myself thinking of nothing and everything (does that make sense?).  It's just me, my music and my thoughts willing my body forward. Sometimes a dog will chase me, other times a nice neighborhood kid will wave, but every time I finish, I feel cleansed. It is like a high that I could never achieve in my misspent formative years. I hope this love affair never ends :)

Here's a random shot of my lovely daughter.

Lilly Mae Canle