I know that it was supposed to happen this way.
Me.
Mom. Triathlete. Yogi. Foodie. Writer. Boss. Coffee lover. Side hustler.
Mom. Triathlete. Yogi. Foodie. Writer. Boss. Coffee lover. Side hustler.
I know that it was supposed to happen this way.
And I'm trying to not make a big deal about this race, because I don't want it to be a big deal. But it really fucking is.
5K's blow. I feel that it's a lot of prep (personally) for a short distance; "Nevertheless, she persisted."
Today, I returned to that pain cave. Literally.
This would never happen, but you can't help but wonder.
Once again. Once again. Once again.
love sharing the joy, but I don't think there's much weight in my victories without seeing the whole picture. Is it time? Maybe not today, but soon
Leading up to the race, I casually asked my coach what my plan should be for the 10 mile run (I was hoping he'd say, 'Have fun!'). But nope.
'Something' tells me it's going to be good. Watch out. I'm gonna get 'cha.
Through all my darkness, they're still there. The celebration continues. I suppose it's a celebration of life; a celebration I could have had all along, but it took me falling down to find the party.
