Cloudcroft was something I didn't appreciate until about a few weeks after it was over. It was like a slap in the face. One of the nights we had an evening run scheduled on our own, I ended up getting out a bit later than usual around 11pm cause of homework. The streets were bare empty and it was pretty much just me, solely by myself out running on the streets of Lubbock. After the first mile, I got into that zone that you get one in every hundred runs where it just seems like running is the greatest thing in the world and completely effortless. After a moment, I started daydreaming about all the runs we did in Cloudcroft and the seclusion that was on the trails. Whether I would haul ass from the start or come from behind eventually on almost all the runs I would find myself completely alone, exhausted but for whatever reason my body held up to the stress. The whole time on those trails I never once felt alone even though I was. I just kept thinking about the goals I wanted to accomplish, how I wanted to really run better then I ever have in my life, not just for myself but for my family, for my cousins and friends back home who always look up to me. Before Cloudcroft, I remember the last night I was in McAllen, I got drunk with my best friend Gabe as sort of a fairwell thing. Gabe's one of those friend's you have that humbles you, the kind that whenever you think you have it hard, they remind you that there are people out there who have it harder. Gabe always had it harder than most people I know. But through all that, he's kept his morals and values, he had every excuse to go down the wrong road but didn't, he inspires me. These were the kind of thoughts running through my head at Cloudcroft and it wasn't until that night I realized how lucky I was. Back home majority of the people don't have very high expectations for themselves or others and the few that do usually are never given the chance to pursue it. So looking back, no matter if I suck ass in running this coming year or have a huge break out, the fact remains that I've already accomplished a lot as it is because I don't know too many people back home who can say they barreled down trail paths and descended thousands of feet in the forest mountains of the "Land of Enchament" or painfully, marched up the rocky mountainside of the highest point in Texas. Yes, it was painful as fuck and made me ask myself "why the fuck do I do this?" but at moments like that they're always interrupted by one thing Gabe had told me very subtly, in fact he probably wouldn't remember telling me it, but I sure as hell do. "Anybody who's successful in life, never expected it to come easy."
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Cloudcroft was something I didn't appreciate until about a few weeks after it was over. It was like a slap in the face. One of the nights we had an evening run scheduled on our own, I ended up getting out a bit later than usual around 11pm cause of homework. The streets were bare empty and it was pretty much just me, solely by myself out running on the streets of Lubbock. After the first mile, I got into that zone that you get one in every hundred runs where it just seems like running is the greatest thing in the world and completely effortless. After a moment, I started daydreaming about all the runs we did in Cloudcroft and the seclusion that was on the trails. Whether I would haul ass from the start or come from behind eventually on almost all the runs I would find myself completely alone, exhausted but for whatever reason my body held up to the stress. The whole time on those trails I never once felt alone even though I was. I just kept thinking about the goals I wanted to accomplish, how I wanted to really run better then I ever have in my life, not just for myself but for my family, for my cousins and friends back home who always look up to me. Before Cloudcroft, I remember the last night I was in McAllen, I got drunk with my best friend Gabe as sort of a fairwell thing. Gabe's one of those friend's you have that humbles you, the kind that whenever you think you have it hard, they remind you that there are people out there who have it harder. Gabe always had it harder than most people I know. But through all that, he's kept his morals and values, he had every excuse to go down the wrong road but didn't, he inspires me. These were the kind of thoughts running through my head at Cloudcroft and it wasn't until that night I realized how lucky I was. Back home majority of the people don't have very high expectations for themselves or others and the few that do usually are never given the chance to pursue it. So looking back, no matter if I suck ass in running this coming year or have a huge break out, the fact remains that I've already accomplished a lot as it is because I don't know too many people back home who can say they barreled down trail paths and descended thousands of feet in the forest mountains of the "Land of Enchament" or painfully, marched up the rocky mountainside of the highest point in Texas. Yes, it was painful as fuck and made me ask myself "why the fuck do I do this?" but at moments like that they're always interrupted by one thing Gabe had told me very subtly, in fact he probably wouldn't remember telling me it, but I sure as hell do. "Anybody who's successful in life, never expected it to come easy."
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