The Summer Winds...

The summer winds, came blowing in .... Nobody ever sang it better than Frank Sinatra. When I think about the summer so many memories come to mind. Taking the family down to Wildwood Crest for the week. The 4th of July Mayor's cup race. As I get older the choices I make are so unlike those I made in high school and in college. Gone are the days of waking up early for morning runs. Meeting my teammates at various courses in New Jersey. Missing family vacations due to running camp. Sacrificing the now for the what could be. Do I regret the sacrifices I made as a young athlete? No. Some may say that I missed out on a few things in high school, but I would have never gotten to the level I was abl

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