2.7 Miles.

The hilly route I jog around my quaint town and the neighboring South Berwick is nearly three miles. Every few days, and every other day in a good week, I run this loop. Sprinting up the hills and savoring the meandering downward slopes I've found myself relishing the twists and turns, especially the moment I reach the state line just before my first uphill sprint. Rounding the corner as I take my first few steps on the bridge, I can't help but smile as I see the sign come into view, each lunge focusing the words "Rollinsford, New Hampshire". The Salmon Falls River greets me with its calmness, my first brief stop of the loop and a few stretches loosen me up.

My second pitstop, the Foundry, is the most beautiful. One of my favorite spots in town, the Foundry is a place that has never failed to not only calm but also center my thoughts. Recharging here, I soak up the sunlight and prep myself for yet another hill sprint ahead of me. The most challenging stretch of my 2.7 miles, the run up Foundry Street burns deep in my legs and lungs. This burn, familiar of soccer two-a-days and lacrosse preseason, I welcome and quickly wish away.

2.7 miles honestly isn't a great distance, but for the first time since my three-sport athlete days I can keep up with myself. My body doesn't yearn to wimp out for the last leg, and I don't get winded going up the stairs (embarrassing, I know). Getting back in shape has never felt this good.


live simply.