run this amazing day

When I first started blogging, I blogged every weekday, five posts a week.  I would usually write it the night before and then post the next morning.  I loved becoming a part of that community, I met people, lots of people, friends that have stayed in my life to this day.  When I went back through my iPhoto albums looking for a picture to post here, I discovered that there were too many.  Too many bloggers, many now defunct or retired, that have become true friends, Kirstin Amy Liz Allison Emily Heather Amy Caroline Sarah the other Emily both the redheads Beth Jason Anabel Yasi and a thousand more, people I never would have known, my life would have been less sparkly without them.   Over time, it became a chore.  When I moved to Colorado at the end of 2012, I decided I wasn't going to blog every day , not anymore.  Instead I was only going to talk when I felt like I had something to say.  So the wordless whatever posts stopped, the random ...

You can choose courage or you can choose comfort but you cannot choose both.  -Brene Brown (duh, who else) A lot of athletes in ironman feel fantastic off the bike and then blow up 13 or 15 or 18 miles in (or so I've read on the internet).  I’ve never had this problem.  I have always believed that feeling great off the bike was a myth concocted so that everyone could collectively deny how much it blows and lure in other suckers to try it out (I feel the same is true of childbirth).  Because every time I’ve started the run, my body feels like a sackful of broken bones still vaguely in the shape of a bicycle plus bloated and sunburned and kind of annoyed that I've exercised for like seven hours and I'm not even close to being done.  For me, the hardest miles have always been the first few.  I have been able to rebound into some great second halves, but in the past, the beginning is where things have fallen apart, and as I left transition and ...