Running, running, running

At the tender age of nine, my parents decided that it would be in my best interest if I moved to the United States to continue my education. So off I went, to the great land of opportunity not knowing a single person except for my mother's parents, who lived in Florida, and my brother Ryan. He had left one year before I did.

Adaption was unusually easy for me and I quickly found myself in the American mainstream of life. Then high school started. During 10th grade registration at Eau Gallie High School in Melbourne, I came across a woman who seemed energetic, quick and witty. Her name was Cindy Wright and she was looking for 'a few good men and women' to join the cross country team. And so it began.

Training days at good ole' Eau Gallie

I loved running in the races. I was so pumped up!


Once high school was over, I starting searching for other running opportunities and eventually received a college scholarship for Cross Country and Track at Florida Community College in Jacksonville.

After receiving my AA degree and pondering my next step, I came to the depressing reality that my love for the sport was not as strong as it used to be. And so I looked for other schools where I could receive my bachelor degree without a thought to running or otherwise.

My friends mentioned UF and so I decided to take a trip up to Gainesville to check out the school. I was also looking at the University of South Florida and yes, Florida State. But my first impression of FSU was very negative because I felt like I was walking around a sardine box, only it was supposed to be a university. Very bad for me; I like my space.

But to make a long story short, it is pretty obvious where I ended up. And I have never regretted it. GO GATORS!