Choosing joy, each and every day.
I chaperoned a field trip recently. Let me specify… I chaperoned a middle school band field trip recently. To an amusement park. On a 90 degree day. I had seven kids in my group and I only knew the names/faces of four of them. Even before MS, I’ve never been good with names and faces,… Continue reading When Grace Runs Out…
Race photos crack me up. They catch the true awkward that is me. Like this: I mean. What is this even about?? What am I doing? Who knows. And then the last mile I took off and finished without my crew and the cameras caught this little gem: I mean, am I giving a little… Continue reading Photogenic?
So, y'all non-MS'ers, sorry this post won't be of any use to you. You're welcome to read if you enjoy reading about my personal medical/food experiments :). SO. If you are new to Tec or a Tec veteran, you've likely dealt with all the fun side-effects. I almost didn't make it through the first month… Continue reading New Tecfidera Routine!
We had a lovely race this morning. Perfect weather, sunny, temps in the 50s, and awesome friends and this guy by my side. We are sleepy and sore, but our hearts are full ♥️. Thanks so much for the prayers and well wishes today! They were certainly felt! May is full of recovery runs and… Continue reading 13.1 and not done!
It's the night before the Derby Mini Marathon and I'm struggling with a random swollen/sore foot and weird back pain. I'm feeling nervous. Like maybe I've forgotten how to run entirely and maybe waking at 5:00 am on a Saturday to run over 13 miles is the dumbest thing ever. As I'm mulling all of… Continue reading Weakness
I like food. I don't like being hungry. And i hate being out and about and not having access to good food. So, last night I wandered the isles of Kroger debating our post half-marathon snacks. Is it enough snacks for the 45 min car ride home? What if I'm wishing for more fruit? Will… Continue reading Pre, post, and while running foods!
Dear 33-year-old me, Hi there, friend. I see you standing there, forcing a smile with that precious 8 year old girl of yours and all I want to do is sit down with you and have a chat. You're carrying a huge burden. Or rather, lots of huge burdens. You're still struggling to forgive your… Continue reading Dear 33-year-old me
