>This past Saturday I hung out with 300 of my friends. We met around 5 in the morning and took a few buses together to our favorite hangout spot. Before leaving some of us conferred about what to wear – shorts were the final decision. We said goodbye to the others we’d be leaving behind with a smile and a cheer. In the beginning there weren’t too many conversations. We bonded in silence as the sun came up and we were greeted by the most beautiful sunrise in the Blue Ridge Mountains I’ve ever seen.
Throughout the morning we got a chance to catch up with those we haven’t seen in awhile. We introduced ourselves to those we didn’t know and found out how much we had in common. We found some good places to eat with plenty of food for all of us. Some of us decided to leave early.We said goodbye to them with heavy hearts.
The afternoon came rolling in and the temperatures started to drop. We made fun of each other for having worn shorts in the snow. We told jokes. When one of us got a little tired or frustrated or sad, they were met with a smile and a hug. Sometimes we found ourselves separated from each other. We were alone with our thoughts, but knew that we were never far from a friend. As the sun began to set, we all gathered again. We were goofy and silly and tired and happy. There were smiles and there were shrugs as we said goodbye to each other; just until next time.
Sometimes I race. But last weekend I went out and ran 50 miles with friends. And I had a blast.
Bring on the HURT.