Part 1 I took a deep breath and offered a prayer for help. It was no longer about my time (which was going to be terrible) or how many miles left, but how much life I could live and give in those next five miles. When you hang out in the back of the race, […]
death
It's always a matter of life and death
Three years ago if you had told me that running 15.6 miles would change my life, I would have replied, “You mean end my life?” I couldn’t run 2 miles nor did I want to. But this past Saturday, I’m glad I ran those 15.6 miles, even though I was sick. I fought a terrible […]