First, this is hilarious. And I promise, someday I'll stop talking about the marathon... but, it's time to talk recovery. I read several articles about what to do in recovery. How your body reacts after you ask it to run 26.2 miles. How you go through a bit of a let down. How it's much… Continue reading Recovery
I'm not sure how long it will take to process last weekend and all the ways God moved mountains to get us to a place of victory. New epiphanies come daily and as the devil tries to distract us with the normal day-to-day-stresses that never seem to cease, God reminds us of just how much… Continue reading 26.2
Sometimes I forget how we used to look... how we used to feel... how tiring it was just to walk up the stairs or bend over and pick up something off the floor. But when these people pop up, it all comes back to me. Here's the thing... no matter how we look or how… Continue reading How far we’ve come…
This question keeps running through my head as I run. In the early mornings, before the sun breaks over the horizon, when we're pounding the pavement and the only sound is our breaths and an occasional passing car, I hear the words. Do I make you proud? I only have one memory of my dad… Continue reading Do I make you proud?
Does anyone else love scrolling through the "Memories" posts on Facebook? It's usually how I start every morning and love seeing what we did as a family years ago. 2 years ago yesterday on June 20, 2016, my husband and I decided to go hiking. For the first time. One kid was at camp and… Continue reading It’s all an adventure . . .
Saturday was the most perfect day. It was just the core four. My people. My son who's about to turn 21 and my daughter who's about to turn 13 and my amazing husband and me. We ran around an amusement park like little kids. We rode our favorite roller coaster three times. Twice in the… Continue reading Party of four
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…