My look back..

My look back..

Quiet time can do wonders for motivation.  My days are not filled minute by minute with ISF, race details or meetings so I’m enjoying the quiet.  I think more and more about writing every day and have set a goal for myself to eliminate anything that is preventing me from starting the process.  The one hurdle...

Catching apples

I love October.  When it seems your entire life revolves around the month of September, the date of October 1st feels like heaven.  Sure, there are lots of loose ends to tie up from our big event, but nothing that keeps me up at night.  I am oddly finding times of pure silence or relaxation...

Awareness.. what a bullshit word.

Awareness.. what a bullshit word.

a·ware·ness noun  1.knowledge or perception of a situation or fact. “we need to raise public awareness of the issue” synonyms: consciousness, recognition, realization; With tomorrow being the start of Childhood Cancer Awareness month, I sit here on the eve of September 1st eating my dinner with my family.  I am chatting with my husband Stuart about how...

August.. the smell of relapse

August.. the smell of relapse

With Sophia heading off to the first day of preschool I find myself feeling so anxious these days.  Of course the race is 30 days away and it’s on my mind but there seems to be a familiar pit in my stomach that I can’t shake.  This past week or two I have had ups...

The business of being me

I felt like all my life I really was who I am.  It wasn’t until Isabella was diagnosed that I felt like I started to become someone who I wasn’t the real me.  I was forced to educate myself on medical terms, clean up vomit without flinching, give shots to screaming children, etc..  All of...