Once a Runner

This week, JP is interning at Lewis Thomasson, a law downtown law firm, through an internship program at MBA.  Because it's such a small world and my life seems to be a series concentric circles, the managing partner at Lewis Thomasson is Lisa Ramsay Cole, my longtime friend.  

When I walked into the George C. Taylor College of Law on UT's campus for the first time - this would have been the fall of 1990 - I was a bit nervous and unsure of myself.  The first person I met that morning was a classmate who would become my dear friend, Lisa Cole, from MacKenzie, Tennessee, by way of Bethel College.  We stayed close throughout our three years together in law school and in the years immediately after, as embarked on our legal careers.  

I think it was Lisa (although it may have been Jim Price) that first called me "Newby," a law school nickname that several other picked up during our time together.  As I sip my coffee this morning, I'm smiling as I think of Lisa Cole, laughing at something I said, shaking her head, and saying "oh, Newby."  Lisa is one of the kindest people I know.  She's built a helluva career as a lawyer at Lewis Thomasson (formerly Lewis King).  

This week, JP has been getting up early to run, before going downtown for his internship.  It's a summer of running for him, as he prepares for the fall cross country season and what he hopes will be a successful campaign for the school, and for him.

This morning, as I left the house and was driving down Belmont Boulevard, I saw JP running toward me, finishing a six mile run.  He recognized my truck from a distance, waved his arms, then sprinted by with a strong finishing kick.  Seeing him stirred strong emotions in me.  Love.  Pride.  Admiration.   Nostalgia. 

Shirtless, his body glistening with sweat, running hard, I marveled at JP's youth and vitality.  I wanted to freeze that moment in my mind because it seemed important.  It still does, as I recall it now.  

There's not an ounce of fat on JP, of course, but his upper body is filling out.  He has an exercise routine does, religiously, every night, and he's been working out in the gym at MBA.  He's putting the time in and it shows.  I'm proud of him for that and for so may other things.  

I'm going to do my best to remember that moment this morning, when JP ran toward me, then by me.  He looked invincible.  My guess is that he felt that way, too.  I hope so, anyway.