Ringing in a new decade with the best people around.
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.
At the end of July, after months of teasing about my impending status as an “old lady”, I finally turned 30.
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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.
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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:
