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
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 . . .
Our official Marathon Training Plan kicked off on Monday, June 4. This is a 20-week plan that I got from somewhere I can't remember and then tweaked to make it our own. I can tell you now, we won't be 100% successful at executing all of this. There will be bad days. There may be… Continue reading Marathon Training Blog, Week 1
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!
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
I sat at the decorated table, adorned with colorful table cloth, themed centerpiece, cute paper plates with finger foods in various stages of nibbles, and MOPs (Mothers Of Preschoolers) literature for that month's meeting listening to the conversations of the other moms. I did not fit in. We were going to a church that was… Continue reading Thrive