Baby, we were born to run

Google and Facebook, and other apps I'm sure, like to remind us of where we were one, two, five, eight, etc years ago. This can bring on a flurry of emotions. Pictures of your pets or kids, awww. Pictures of your ex, grrr. Pictures of a happier you, *crying emoji* To me, it's amazing how much I've gone through in two years and it helps me realize that I can have the life I want again. Two years is not that long. (One of my last dates with my exboyfriend. NoDa Brewing Hop Cakes Release Day!) Two years ago I was still working through my breakup with my ex of about four years. We were still good friends, but it was hard. That part sucked. Two years ago, I was living in Charlotte, and spending several nights a week working out with my friends. That part was amazing. (Post run-club hangs at Common Market) In the time since then I've been through a lot. Some great things: made new friends in Charlotte, threw myself into the running community even more, ran some...