Where did we leave off? Well, my list ended in October.  Commemorating my first year without you. Is commemorating the right word to use? It feels weird. I ran 50+ miles on October 12, and three days later, it was one full year.  And here we are today, two years. It's funny because before you died, I was fortunate not to have experienced a loss like this. And in my mind, I had ideas of how grief would be and how things would feel when I "finally" did. I thought the anniv

There are no finish lines.  Only starting lines where I am fortunate enough to get to start over again, and somehow, always meet a better version of myself than before.

I chose this; I want to do this; I get to do this; this is MY hard; I'd rather this than the alternative.

The first week of training is complete. Miles run: 0. Wait, what? Yes, you read that correctly.  My 50 Miler training kicked off Monday,...