The light of a star shines bright, but we’re a week behind when it actually reaches our vision. The brightest part of Memorial Day Weekend started a week before a gym across the street from where the Peachtree Road Race ends.

It’s been long enough since I trained for a long run that I’ve forgotten how to finish. Memories supply speak about a kick; a close that starts before the finish line.

For the Peachtree Road Race (or however it’s titled today), the easiest analogy is the turn off Peachtree Street and finally down 10th Avenue towards Piedmont Park. That’s where the lights and water station and actual finish line is.

But before that is the long length of 10th Street. On Race Day, it’s lined with spectators and much more. But when it’s just you in training; it’s just another day and you’re a part of it.

On Wednesday, May 20; my youngest daughter graduated from Midtown High School. It was a joyous occasion for all, and I was blessed to share the moment with family and friends, old and new to Da A.

When others greet me with “Congratulations,” I deflect that I will pass it along and all the credit belongs to Naomi J. I wasn’t in the classes at any stage of this process. Her mother created a launch pad and like the hawks across the street, she’d learned to fly all on her own.

But if pressed about NJ Kester any further, I can direct them here and alert them about the QR Scan below. 🙂