I don’t know what it is. Maybe the season, running on wet fallen leaves, pumping your arms to go faster, hearing people calling your name in the stands, getting a ribbon. Whatever it is, when I see my children running cross country I feel like I’m transported back to my own childhood/teen years and even the runs I did in university.

It’s soothing to remember and connect with events that have always been a comfort and provided exhilaration. I’m so proud of my kids for being able to participate and for trying their best. I guess I’m just a very proud mum. Thanks universe for today!