Family Time!

I remember when I wasn't able to bike to the barber shop that I go to. It was only 2.2 miles away, with more decline than incline. I remember the feeling that I had when I finally did bike there, and biked back. I remember the feeling when I ran half a mile and was out of breath with my leg throbbing. I remember slapping the STOP button on the treadmill every time I hit a mile. I remember when I ran a mile at a track and was barely able to do it. I remember all the hard work I put into running. Every. Single. Day. Never would I have dream to be able to run back from my barbershop to my house. 2.2 miles is nothing... for a lot of people. Now that I have surpassed my own expectation, it's time to aim higher.

Here are the pictures of my day.