The Neurotic Wanderer

My brother is and always will be the coolest person that I know. I’m not even quite sure who I am without him telling me what’s cool or not. My brother was such a large presence wherever he went and everybody loved him. I have always been the more cynical between the two of us, but Manuel made me believe in people, because I believed in him. I am always inspired when I think about how he, as one person, has impacted so many lives. I think about all of his kids, because all of his students from the time he started teaching are his kids, and of how proud he is of all of them. He would come home everyday and tell me about their struggles and strife, good days and bad.   Wherever his kids ended up, he usually knew where they were and what they were doing and tried to stay in touch. Each student success, big or small, is a testament to what a phenomenal teacher and person that he was. I am glad to see the teachings of Manuel Chavez go forward and implant in the subsequent generations and t

I have had the great opportunity to meet a fellow runner at my new job. I don't have many friends who run (and the few that I do have, also have busy lives so it's hard to connect), so it's nice to be able to discuss the ins and outs of races and running logistics. She invited me to run with her and her group called the "Back of the Pack", who's ages range from mid-40s to early 90's. Hearing about their stories and accomplished races really inspired me to get back into it ( I haven't run consistently for about a year and a half). But it also really made me reflect on the runner stereotype as well as the hiker stereotype. I think that when most people hear, runner or hiker, certain stereotypes come to mind: weight (thin but not too thin), peppy, rock all the high quality brands, be within a certain age range and even a specific skin color. Two bloggers that I think who both state these perspectives quite well are Carrot Quinn ( here ) and Vanessa ( here