Today a patient asked me when I was heading back to Carolina. I told him 19 days, not that I’m counting or anything. He then asked me if I have enjoyed my time in Atlanta. I told him I haven’t really had time to do anything; thats the nature of the last clinic with boards and training for a marathon. I told him I wish I was here at a time I could have enjoyed it more.
On my run today, on my regular Atlanta 5 mile loop I thought back on this conversation realized how wrong I was and how training for the marathon gave me the best opportunity to really take in Atlanta. I’ve seen it in slow motion on my own two feet. I’ve been through the quaint but growing town of Decatur, past the most amazing smelling Radial Cafe, through Piedmont park and Dogwood Festival. I’ve been down Ponce de Leon, along the stone mountain trail and down to Centennial Olympic Park. I’ve seen Atlanta, and I have grown to love the down hill that marks 2 miles on my 5 mile loop, to dread the hill at 4.5, to savor the delicious infused water from the restaurant at Piedmont Park.
So next time I see that patient, I’m going to tell him all this. I’m going to tell him that the best way I have ever known to discover a new place and fall in love with it is to run it, to know it, to feel it!