Usually…I’m the Debbie Downer of the group. Why am I here? What are we doing? SO MUCH NOPE. Not on this race day though! The skies were blue, the air was crisp and we were at the oldest ballpark in the nation on Veteran’s Day weekend. Terrible, horrible, 6,000 ramp (or so it seemed) weighted bear crawl? NO MATCH FOR MY POSITIVITY. Bruises on my hips from the metal stadium seats? WHO CARES. This race was WICKED PISSAH…and yes I just recently learned that phrase 🤣 thanks Boston! There will be more to come as I spend some more time “unpacking” the trip and some of the lessons I learned…

Another year around the sun. ☀️ Another year older, and another year fitter (ish?). A birthday is a lot like a new year, and luckily for me, mine is about halfway through the year so I can reassess where I am with regards to my goals. Everyone can do a mid-year check in regardless of when your birthday falls during the calendar year. So…here goes nothin’. Former Me Three years ago, I started on my fitness journey. I was at home, in my living room, hustling and sweating (because let’s face it, an outdoor workout after 6 am in July in Texas is less than appealing). Also I say “hustling”…