Closing Time

This is the last post from Pensacola, FL. In roughly 5 hours I will break the surly bonds of gravity and take wing toward yet another temporary home. My tenure here has been a mix of emotions; happiness, sadness, absolute rage and everything in between. Some of it was magic, some of it was tragic, but I had a good time all the way. My running here has been anything but consistent, I didn't train for or run any marathons, much to my dismay. The best I could accomplish was to run to Alabama, which in my defense still wins me accolades from new Marines I have never met. I also have proven myself, time and again, to be the fastest man in AMS-1(roughly 800 Marines) and likely the fastest on base. Regardless, I did not run consistently, which has caused some minor injuries(for lack of a better word) I feel that I have only maintained my ability, barely. And I wanted to be a much stronger runner by this point. With 6 months and only a handful of good runs behind me, I have to wonder what I did wrong, what I did right, and how to better myself next time. I suppose the double edged sword that is the Marine Corps manifests itself in this instance as a fresh start everytime I go somewhere new. I won't lie, I'm nervous. It's like the first day of high school everytime. But Now I have a marathon lined up, I have better expectations for the weather, I have higher expectations for myself, and ultimately that is what drives me. Here's to beginnings...


"For what it's worth, it was worth all the while."