So, yes, I don’t want to tell you that I was scared about this race. But a post like that would suck, wouldn’t it?

I wonder if they felt like me.

Today, this is another birthday in which I'm reminded of my path; another birthday feeling awkward, and another birthday peppered with tears. 

Joke is on you.

Through all the anxiety, the falls, the anger (as the demons leave my body) and the tears, I was so humbled by all the beauty that I was able to take in that day.

I know that it was supposed to happen this way.

And I'm trying to not make a big deal about this race, because I don't want it to be a big deal.  But it really fucking is.

5K's blow.  I feel that it's a lot of prep (personally) for a short distance; "Nevertheless, she persisted."