I’ve said the phrase, “Well, I was supposed to be…” a lot lately. I was supposed to be healthy, two-legged, and whole. I was supposed to be working on this cool project at work. I was supposed to be writing a book. I was supposed to be financially secure. I was supposed to feel hopeful…
A week before the Glass Slipper challenge (a 19.3 mile race over two days!), I wasn’t excited, I was sick. (I’ll spare you the details, but just know, it was gross!) I’m not sure what bothered me most: the inability to ever maintain the correct temperature to blanket ratio for more than a minute, the…
