Ahhhhh mornings. The time when the sun’s warm and eager rays gently lull you into the day, as you awake from the perfect night’s sleep, feeling wonderfully ready to take anything on.
Ahhhh 30. It’s amazing how much impact a simple, two-digit number can have.
This number has become an inflection point for so many – often viewed as the time when your “real life” begins, or should start to at least. In my experience, turning 30 is rarely met with ambiguity; it’s either dreaded or celebrated, but it is marked as a milestone in either case.
Four years ago I lined up at the starting line of what I was sure would be my best half-marathon to date. I had carbo-loaded the night before, had water with me and the experience of completing two of these before, one of them on the same course. Armed with a goal and my Garmin, I set out to crush that run.
About 10km in my stomach started to turn. Nothing to be concerned about, I’d drink some water, hit a gel if I kept feeling weak and handle it – running is mostly mental anyways and my split times were on track. Paul was pacing me, as he ran his first marathon so I when I started to feel really off around 15km he pep-talked the heck out of me. As we waved goodbye at 19km I told him I would be there at the finish line to celebrate his first marathon and he told me to just keep pushing through, I was almost at the end.
But I didn’t make it.
Hi cutie 👋🏻
I. Have. Missed. You!!!! But my unintended hiatus is OVER 🙌🏻 and it feels. so. good.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to show up with no explanation for my absence and just assume you’re going to accept it. So grab a coffee, tuck yourself into your favourite nook, pull a blanket over those toes and let’s do this mmmmkay? We have so much to catch up on.
Since my last post just a few major life events have occurred: