The Big Day: Grandma’s Marathon

9 months of training. 62 miles a week. You can imagine how everything can feel like it’s on the line when the day is finally here. And to the line I went. I thought the first few miles would be uneventful but by mile 4 I had to pee. C’mon, can’t a mom catch aContinue reading “The Big Day: Grandma’s Marathon”

I Shall Not Go Gentle

And with a snap of my fingers, we’re off to Duluth for Grandma’s Marathon. It’s finally here and I’m feeling all the feelings. The first race I have ever been all in for. That I gave my everything for. So here I come. Fierce. Ready. Nervous. And I shall not go gentle. Turns out, havingContinue reading “I Shall Not Go Gentle”