What a long strange trip it's been

I read through all my old journals this weekend. It's funny to look back at how much my life has changed, how much I have changed. My twenties have certainly been a crazy, hilarious, amazing adventure. I can only hope my thirties will be even better.

Saturday I went to Geneva to run 16 miles with Steve Chabot. He and his friends meet at Hobart every year for an unofficial reunion, but they were all a year ahead of me in school so I don't really know anyone else.  Unlike most people, I don't have any nostalgia for college. All I did during my college days was study and run. The only reason I ever go back to Hobart is to see Steve. He's doing the Ironman in Utah on May 7th, so he suggested we do a long run together on Saturday then meet everyone else for dinner at Parker's. The longest I'd ever run before is 14, and I didn't have my iPod, so I wasn't sure how it would go, but I felt strong the whole way. The last few miles were a little tough because we were running right into the wind, but it was a good run at a good pace (faster than I usually run with pace group) with good company and what could be better than that?

Sunday I finally got around to turning my third bedroom into a library. Because I've always wanted a library. And now I can say things like "Colonel Mustard in the library with the candlestick!" Someday I'd love to have wall to wall bookcases, complete with sliding ladder and a secret door.

Then I went to Jeff's First Day of Spring party and then to my parents' house for dinner. Craziness and hilarity ensued.

Reading through all my old thoughts, I noticed that my happiest moments usually involve running or other adventures and spending time with friends. So even though I still don't know where I'm going, if I keep on doing those things, life will be good.

Lyric of the moment: "I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life. 'Cuz in this moment I just feel so alive, alive..."