Independence Day means a lot to me. It is my second favorite holiday after Thanksgiving, mainly because of the traditions that come with it. Some traditions have changed over the years, and others remain.
For more than ten years, my family celebrated the 4th with my childhood best friend and her family. Our annual cookouts included pool games, sparklers, an intense game of badminton, and a cake that resembled the American flag. “Happy Force of July!” we’d say, because my brother couldn’t pronounce “fourth” when he was little. The tradition faded a few years ago, but the memories I have from all those years are forever. My friend moved across the country, but I’ll be visiting her in one month exactly and I can’t wait. Maybe we can celebrate the fourth of August?
Every year my home town has a two mile road race, followed by a massive parade. Last weekend I registered for the road race for the first time in a few years, and I’m pretty pumped to be a part of it again. Since I haven’t been running this summer, I busted out a quick two miles the other night to make sure I could still do it, and I was successful. I’m hoping the heat doesn’t get to me and I can make it to the finish line without any issues tomorrow!
Happy Force of July!!