Dear Friends, If there was one blessing throughout this global pandemic of COVID-19, racism, cissexism, sexism...hell all the -isms, it is the fact that I could go out my front door and run. I started running in my mid-twenties. As a child, as a teen, as a young adult, I was not athletic. I danced for a hot minute. I didn't participate in sports and I was terrible in gym classes. Despite all of that, I caught the running bug after watching a great friend crossed the finish line in her first half marathon. I thought, "You know what, I think I can do that. I want to do that." I started slow with trying to run for 5 minutes straight. Then 10 minutes. Fun fact, I thought running was sprinting. So every time I had to run at school, I went full tilt and tired out after 2 minutes. Once I learned to slow myself down, I switched from running based on time to running based on distance. Fast forward past a handful of 5K's, a couple 10K's, and one half marathon, I'm st...
Always in the middle of many things. Here are my thoughts on it.