My First Marathon: A Long Road
I love the smell of spring. The trees, naked for months, sprout tiny buds of life to let us know there are sunny days ahead.
I love the smell of spring. The trees, naked for months, sprout tiny buds of life to let us know there are sunny days ahead.
Every race is a puzzle. You throw all the pieces out on the table and see if you can put them together in the correct spots to make something awesome.
Fear keeps us planted. Fear keeps us is constant motion. It is both quicksand and the burning coals beneath our feet.