Just occurred to me that I have just under 2weeks left of being 21; and I’ve been thinking that it has been such a good year, with the exception of two of the worst days of my life.
I’ve visited New York and seen some of the greatest sights that I’ll ever be likely to witness. Chilled on South Beach in Miami and watched Heat, Yankees and the Bruins, before having my mind completley blown by the craziness of Las Vegas.
Furthermore, I’ve watched England play twice at Wembley and partied in Vegas, NYC, Miami and London. Passed my driving test and yet another year of hard law work, which will hopefully stand me in good stead and seen the Arctic Monkeys, Babyshambles and the Happy Mondays live in recent weeks.
One of my proudest achievements however would be completing the Leicester half marathon. The reasons for partaking however bring me onto why I would take it all back, every single accomplishment and experiance, so that I could have both my grandad and Emma back. The days and weeks around their sad passing produced feelings that overshadowed even the most extreme of elation, and are two people that I will remember for the rest of my life. Since meeting my girlfriend I am happier and a lot more content then I have been for a long time however, and If I achieve half of what they achieved I will be the happiest man alive.
After around 8/9 weeks of training, 4/5 weeks of no alcohol and a ridiculous amount of carbs, today I finished the Leicester half marathon in 1h48m; in aid of Cystic Fibrosis trust, and in memory of a really good friend Emma.
It was easily one of the toughest challenges I’ve ever had, but comfortably the most rewarding too. Seeing thousands of people raising thousands of pounds for their respective charities in the same place was incredible.
It really is strange and unusual that the tiniest and otherwise most insignificant things can produce the strongest and powerful memories. Just looking around my room for something and I happen to come across a number of things from old cinema tickets, drawings, work and other similar things. I then went onto look through my ‘favourites’ on twitter, and some things I read just brought back so much. From what is practically just a handful of words produced with barely any thought about what the repercussions could be, can end up being making you remember an awful lot.
Whether it be of a date you once went on, a person you thought you had forgotten about, or even missing somebody being around, it really does bring back so much..
Visited Ground Zero this summer, and it really brought home just what happened 12years ago. The way in which the community and families have remembered those victims is remarkable however; and the new Freedom Tower is incredible.
I don’t know the exact meaning behind the fountains, but I took it as ever lasting tears and loss for the victims, but progress and unity in the face of adversity.