I spent Monday through Wednesday in Ottawa for work and for the first time in quite awhile, I got to run along the canal. Even though it was hot and muggy, I loved every second of it. I have spent so much time on those canal paths. Ottawa is where I learned to run. Those canal paths were where I learned to push myself, where I learned to embrace pain, and where I learned to pull back a little when things didn't quite feel right.
I feel like I know every stretch and every corner of those paths. I have struggled through tough runs, run with random strangers, and
grinned through first runs back from injuries on those canal paths. I've
laughed on those paths, cried on those paths, and even had one of my
closest friendships start on those paths. I fell in love with running along that canal - so it is always nice to go back to where it all started and think about how far I've come.
Is there anywhere that makes you feel like you're back where something great began?