At this point, I just have to smile. I really do.
But while I was 103 miles into the hardest race of my life, screaming at the top of my lungs over howling mountain wind, convinced my husband had abandoned me… it really wasn’t all that funny.
How did I get here? Everything had been perfect. How did it all go so terribly far down south? Nothing made sense. All I knew was I needed to finish.
And, I guess that’s where this story begins…. Continue reading “40 Hours and 1 Minute”
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