While we were in Dallas for our Girls Weekend, I had determined I would take advantage of the close proximity from our hotel to the Katy Trail and go run! Although my friends thought I was crazy, I set my alarm for 6:30 a.m. – even though it was close to 1 a.m. before we got to sleep! I strategically put my running clothes, Garmin watch, & iPod all in the bathroom close to my keys the night before so that I could quietly get ready and head out the door without waking up my friends whose main goal was to sleep in as much as possible while away! I grabbed a cup of coffee and a bar and headed out. Making a customary stop on the closest gas station to go potty one more time before heading out for a long run. I drove right to the trail, parked behind Lamps Plus and was all set. Returning to the beautiful Katy Trail was bittersweet. The last time I was there was at the Dallas White Rock Half Marathon of 2009 – my Dad’s final half marathon. That year, the last 3 miles of the race finished on the trail. I remember standing w/Ryan at the finish line waiting anxiously for Dad to cross over & as always, feeling my heart swell with pride as he did. So, as I stepped out of my car, memories began to flood my mind. I turned on my watch and waited for the satellites to find me and sync. Hit start and was off – my goal was to run the entirety of the trail, down & back a total of 7 miles. I was feeling good which was honestly surprising after a late dinner and gorge fest at Simply Fondue and a late night of talking with friends. I thought about running with Dad, my sister Jen and Ryan on this trail. Thought about the time, I slowed down a bit just so I could run side by side with Dad and chat. Thought about how much he loved this place. Thought about the time Ryan and I went there just to walk & talk while away on his surprise birthday getaway while I was pregnant with Kamryn. I thought about how I am so thankful to share the love of running with family.Thought about how thankful I am to have so many good, cherished memories because of this love. Before I knew it, I was approaching the American Airlines Center – halfway done. I turned around and turned up my music. The final 3 miles continued to be a reflective and reminiscent time. I prayed and thanked God for the blessing of family, friends, and running. 7 miles complete and I had actually run faster than normal. It was a good run. Good for me on many levels. As Kristen Armstrong puts it, I felt like it was my “reset run.” As if someone had pushed the reset button – to start over fresh and renewed, inspired & motivated. Now, I could go back to the hotel and enjoy the rest of the day with sweet friends. Return home later that evening to my amazing husband and beautiful daughters and continue to strive to make sweet new memories with them.