Gratitude
Tuesday: I’m not getting sick. I’m not getting sick Wednesday: D ammit! It wasn’t a big sick; you should hear the convoluted way I blamed it on the chicken silo. But, it was a sick that jepordized my ability to make it to the Beast starting line. I didn’t know if I’d be up to running, but promised myself that if I did, I would embrace the opportunity to do what I truly love. By Friday, all signs pointed to me making it to the starting line. But, as fate goes, I made it...15 minutes after everyone else had already started. DFL, but grateful to be there. Locking my keys in the car and the dash to get going threw me a bit off balance. My friend Denise saw my discombobulation and hugged me. Sometimes all I need is a hug to get back on track. Okay…game on. I was grateful to be running. I promised myself not to dwell on the obstacles put in front of me. I would “embrace the suck”. It would happen, and I would respond. Bitching about it wouldn’t