Over the weekend I traveled to one of my favorite places in the entire world, Narragansett, Rhode Island. I know Rhode Island seems like a random place to fall in love with, but after living there for four years while studying at the University of Rhode Island, I have considered it my home away from home, and jump on any chance to visit.
One of my favorite things in Narragansett are the beaches—they used to be my “go-to” spot when I needed to clear my head and think—but when the weather was nice I used to run along the shore line. Since I had not visited for a while, I decided that making a pit stop to the beach before heading home was necessary. But with the crazy wind and bitter cold, I opted to save my run for when I got back to New Jersey. In the midst of reminiscing, I reflected on how much my life has changed since living up there—training for this half-marathon being one of them, and the motivation behind my training being another.