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.

In all my years of running, I still struggle to put in writing why it’s so important to me. If you run, you get it. If you don't, you...

The sun shining on her face, tilting her head back, eyes closed, smiling with crinkles in her eyes. I probably have a picture of this somewhere, but it doesn’t matter because I can remember all the times I experienced her like this.