I went on a run yesterday; the kind where it's muggy and hot outside and you think about huge things while you lose your breath and sweat quickly covers your body. I told myself to run twenty minutes, and I started fast, and then thirty minutes passed, and I told myself to run some more.

It was hot and the sky looked like thunder and my legs felt like bricks and I just kept going. I didn't start out with grand thoughts about life, because I started out with basic thoughts about running, but the former evolved from the latter because that tends to be the way it works when you're running.

I started going to CrossFit last summer and I continued for about two months. During that time, I stopped running because most of the time I was too sore to run, and when I wasn't too sore to run I felt too strong to need to run. It was fine, and then I stopped going to CrossFit, but I kind of had already stopped running, so for a while I was just sort of lazy. When I finally started again, I never pushed myself to the caliber that I used to in my cross-country days, and certainly not to failure like I often did in CrossFit.

I got so comfortable that I forgot what the edges of my comfort zone felt like. But I like being in that space. I need it.

Here's to finding that line, and then walking on it.

Every year, my mom plants an herb garden. This year we also got some salad bowls! Lettuce in one pot and arugula in another. This is always one of my favorite things--I love cooking something in the kitchen and being able to just randomly go outside for some fresh basil or chives.

We planted these about two weeks ago and they're growing further already. Spring is here and summer is on the way!

My little brother graduated from college this weekend.

I stayed at Sean's apartment on Friday night and got to Wheeler Mall early on Saturday morning to save some seats for me and my parents. As people milled about, hugging and buzzing excitedly, with orchestra music playing over the sound system, I couldn't help but get a little emotional. Longwood is really the place where I started to become the person I am today, and it was such a joy to share that one year on campus together with my brother before I graduated just three years ago. 

It was a special place for me, and a special place for Sean, and a special place for me and Sean.

On Sunday, I went to upload photos from my dad's camera, where we took all the family shots, and realized that we had left the memory card in Roanoke. So we did what any normal family would do, and made Sean put his cap and gown back on.

Rocky got in on it, too.

Congratulations, Class of 2013.

And happy belated Mother's Day to all you moms out there.

I know ours enjoyed having both of her babies in one place (and double flowers).