The kid I used to be. The one who wondered what he’d be like when he got older. I think about him sometimes when I’m running. He wouldn’t care what pace I’m going or how far I have left. He’d just think it was cool that I’m out here trying something I once thought was too hard. I hope he’d see someone who still has fun, still takes chances, and keeps going even when he doesn’t know how it’ll turn out. That’s who I want to make proud. 🤍