The sweetest spot

Theree comes a time in any season that makes me ache. I cant describe the feeling accurately, but it's like a cavity opens up in my chest and I start wishing so badly for something unintelligible and unidentifiable. It may be described as nostalgia, but there's no real memory I'm yearning for. Rather, it's the expectation of something beautiful to cmme, the promise of contentment and happiness that seems so illusive. I have hit that sweet spot in track; races seem enjoyable, but only a shadow of the joy that should come with running. Right now, I have made the mental shift into summer, and there's no going back. I'm looking forward to solitary runs through the wooded park by my house, relaxed group runs over the hills fields at the park center, and lake runs complete with a post- workout dip in the water. But more than just these simple pleasures, there's the element of freedom that I cannot grasp until track and school are over. Oddly enough, this isn't killing my motivation to race. My race today seemed like a step towards liberation, the beginning of the last few bittersweet challenges to complete before rounding out a season and moving on to the next exciting thing. Maybe it's the weather, or the sudden taste of freedom I have after AP tests, or the promise of new life budding in my garden. Either way, I can't shake this feeling of the promise of what is to come. Hope is a crazy thing. Speaking of what is to come, though, the college question is close on the horizon. I'll have to decide where to go and what to do there, and college running is always a question. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to run really competitively, but a club or a d-three school would be really fun. I'm planning to research some different options and post on that, but with a meet lasting until nine tonight, I'm very tired. So... Until tomorrow, happy running!