Had you asked me 5 years ago where I would be in fall 2010 I would *never* have guessed. I would have no way in aych-ee double hockey sticks would I be back "home". If you had asked me 3 years ago how I felt about being home, I would have told you that I was adjusting. If you had asked me 2 years ago if some of my staunchest allies would be people I had yet to meet, I would have cocked my head to the side and given you a funny look. But today, here I sit. In my hometown. A place I once swore I would never want to move back to. A place I didn't think was right for my girls. My girls, in the year 2010, will turn 10, 8, and 5. When did I get to be the mother of a 10-year-old? When would I have ever thought that I would be planning trips around running races? If you had asked me one year ago if I would willing sign myself up and train to run a marathon, I'd have told you that you were crazy. And yet, all of these things have happened. And I have too many ...