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This is my experience (& opinions) in helping to crew an amazing runner with a phenomenal team!
So, I helped to crew a runner this weekend. “Crewing” is a team that is put together to help a runner get from point A to point B, as strong and healthily as possible. It is also not allowing your runner to stay in a bad head space, which is so very easy to do when you’re running, especially longer distances. Running is more of a mental activity than a physical one. Those that have run Marathons have probably heard of “hitting the wall”. That wall is when your body wants to give up, because it will, but it’s so much stronger than we know and if we push through mentally, it will pass. Our minds are indeed miraculous!
About two months ago, one of my BRF (Best Running Friends, and runners truly make the best of friends!), announced after running an Ultra, and 46 miles (her longest ever), that she was going to sign up for the Daytona 100 here in Florida. Her “Why” went far deeper than an overwhelming desire to do something crazy, but it is not mine to share. The Daytona 100 was raising money for Runners4Recovery, which she was passionate about. She served on the Board and ended up earning over $1000.00 for them with this race. When she announced that she was signing up for this race, I immediately I reached out to her and told her that I would love to help crew her. I have never crewed before, but I knew I could do it (we can do anything we truly put our minds to…I learned that long ago). It sounds nuts to most, but I have spoken to many first time 100-mile Ultra runners (avid podcast listener, too) and their longest training run was around 50 miles, so it was not off the mark. Ultramarathoners all have their own “why” as to what keeps them going forward on these exceptionally long distances. Nevertheless, I was in, and she accepted my offer graciously (I have never seen her done anything less than graciously!).
I was originally crew chief, but as God does, he moved things around in their proper order and I ended up being a pacer. A pacer, well, paces the runner and keeps them going when they want to stop, they also help keep the runner at a pace to finish on time. Pacing friends is challenging I learned! I’m far too much a caretaker/people pleaser, but pace I did!
The crew chief and I met up at 5:30 AM at the start of our race (Jacksonville Beach Lifeguard HQ) to see off our runner (and all the runners!) with high energy and enthusiasm. It was a 3.5 mile run north up Beach Blvd. from 1st Street and then back south, so we waited for her return to cheer her by and check on her and then off she went! We wouldn’t see her again until Mile 16 at Mickler’s Beach mini aid station. Our two other crew members (I’ll call them “pacer freaking hilarious” and “pacer patriot” I am not going to use anyone’s name here as this is my perspective and they all have their own. If they choose to identify with my post, it is theirs to share!), the amazing folks that they are, were working the Runners4Recovery aid station at Mile 35 and would be there until at least 4 PM.
Once we saw our runner off, we went and started to decorate the official race vehicle, which belonged to the Chief. We also reorganized the vehicle, went to get some strong coffee, and off we went to the first checkpoint, Mile 16, Mickler’s Beach.
It’s funny how everything blurs together, and for that I am very grateful for photographs and that our handy dandy cellphones record the times, etc. I’m not going to do a runner report here or get too into detail about each of our stops with the star athlete. This is me processing the weekend and evaluating the race from a first-time crew member standpoint. Here I sit, post day two of my return to reality (post two nights of good sleep) and I have been unable to think of little else. I am still in awe and gratitude. Truly a life changing experience.
Four people were brought together by Providence to bring an extraordinary athlete through a record run! There are no mistakes! It was a first for all four of us. Our athlete brought in the wonderful and amazing Dawn, (Run Natural Coach), who is an expert on ultras, as a consultant, so there were indeed five on this team!
Okay, so back to our star athlete! It was a hot one. I imagine one of the hottest. The high temperature was close to 81 degrees, with humidity vying between 47-100 percent, and dewpoint hanging out around 62. It was a summer day here in Florida on December 3rd! It’s that humidity and dewpoint that really get to you. Not only that, but they were running with the sun beating down on their face most of the day. There was very little shade and no cloud coverage at all. Not a canopied trail, to be sure! Running on the side of the road and on sidewalks is not the most ideal running, either. You must stay very mindful and on point to avoid falls or injury.
Okay, so I’ve been hitting a wall with this blog post! My brain is only just coming back around from probably less than an hour of sleep in a period of over 52 hours. Are you impressed?! I sure as heck am! Lack of sleep was one of my biggest concerns but thank you, God, for adrenaline! In my older years I tend to get grumpy without sleep or when I am tired, but so grateful the grouch did not come out! So, lack of sleep and running, can you dig it? What amazing grit, tenacity, and determination it takes to keep on putting one foot in front of the other! So proud. So amazed.
The crew chief and I spent a lot of time together tending to our athlete. She was a perfect lead being very well organized, tough when she needed to be, loving, and inspiring. I could not imagine a better chief. I do know that I could not have done as well, to be sure. When the going got tough, she got in there and did her job! It was beautiful and inspiring to witness her with our athlete.
It was planned that I would join our athlete in pacing at the mile 35 aid station, where our other teammates were helping to tend to athletes all morning. After some awesome KIMSPIRATION, fuel, hydration, rolling, and a little bit of rest we were off through gorgeous St. Augustine. It was like two friends getting together for a run! Well, for me, I am sure that this amazing woman I was running with wasn’t quite feeling the same. However, we chatted and laughed and had a good ol’ time. As we were crossing the 95-year-old The Bridge of Lions it was reported to me that our athlete was famished. This was a good thing, right? She insisted on “real” food and this is my first screw up, uh, I mean “lesson”. I should have called our chief immediately and asked that she meet us with food. “Should-of’s”, uuugggghhhh! I don’t know what I was thinking. Our runner is very headstrong and stubborn, mind you—like most of us, right?!? Well, she was hellbent on getting something to eat. I wish that I had reached out to our chief, as it could have made a difference. I honestly could not tell you what I was thinking or why I did not think. We all know, NOTHING NEW ON RACE DAY!!! It was reiterated a thousand times by Dawn, too. I think because I recently ran the NYC marathon on new sugar loaded fuel (not accustomed to) because I had left mine at home, I was not too worried about it. However, I consider this a major lapse in judgement. I had one job!
We ended up passing a street taco place and each got a single vegan taco. It was delicious though a little spicy (not good) with protein, carbs, and healthy fat. Onward we continued, taco in hand! We stopped at the cute souvenir store “Toms” (since 1970) and the Hippo Pops looked so refreshing we decided to enjoy a blueberry ice pop. It was not long after this that her tummy started to bother her, and she revealed some of her health history to me (note to self: check on that before pacing a runner if possible!). It was a bit concerning to say the least. Now our running was becoming less, and our walking was increasing. We were stopped by the Marshalls at a few minutes to five and told to stop until we had our lights on. We called our chief and she came and brought them to us.
This star athlete then wanted a good cup of coffee and knew just the place. She was so excited as it was one of her favorite shops and they were still open…The Kookaburra Beachside coffee shop. So delicious! It was not long after this that her tummy started to bother her and she revealed some of her health history to me (note to self: check on that before pacing a runner if possible!). It was a bit concerning to say the least. Now our running was becoming less and walking was increasing.
Just as we were retuning to A1A from Old A1A we ran into another runner— I will call him Brooklyn. He is a true veteran to Ultras. This was his third Daytona 100. I hope that he shares his story of this race as what he shared with us was incredible. He was kind and informative. We enjoyed our time together and it helped the miles to pass more quickly. The three of us stayed together for quite a while. It was at this time that Brooklyn told us that the aid stations had time cut offs and that if we did not make that cut off, we were out of the race, disqualified, even if we made it over the finish line before 1 PM the next day (that was the only cut off we were aware of). If there is a negative to having a virgin crew it is the inexperience. None of us realized. We didn’t even really believe (or want to believe?!?) this new information. It threw us for a loop mentally. We all read the entire Race Booklet multiple times and never saw that anywhere. We did not understand. Our athlete was still on point, so we were not overly concerned at this point, but mindful.
I parted ways with our runner before the Matanzas Bridge and Pacer Patriot took my place. Pacer Patriot was not able to get our athlete to run a bit, so P. Enthusiasm stepped in. (I must add that while Patriot was with our athlete, time with the other two women was absolutely a blast, we were giddy like schoolgirls and laughing up a storm.) When P. Patriot had accompanied Brooklyn and our athlete, he became a bit peeved that Brooklyn was giving us misinformation as none of us could believe she would be disqualified if she did not make the aid station timers…we did not read that anywhere in the Race Manual (here it is: https://www.daytona100ultra.com/race-guide.html_ ). It was clear that the aid stations had cut offs but not that the runner would be disqualified if he/she did not make that time cut off. As a runner I think of aid stations as a place of reprieve, especially for those athletes who do not have crews, but never as mandatory. I thought the timers were for spectators watching from home! Did I tell you we were a virgin team? I do hope that the new Race Director will take heed and make sure this is very clear for future newbies.
When it was looking like our athlete would not make the 84-mile aid station before they closed/cut-off we went ahead to get confirmation of this information we were given. I practically jumped out of the car before it stopped…how could this be?!? Dawn confirmed it as well. She showed up on multiple occasions throughout the race for support and encouragement and was reachable at any time by phone, totally over and above her call of duty! She also insisted that we call her if our athlete wanted to quit.
We were all a little nervous to reveal to this beautiful woman that she is now disqualified. Will she continue?
YES SHE WILL!!!!!
No hesitation!
This gave us all renewed vitality! She signed up for 100 miles, she was going to run 100 miles!!!
She continued onward with P. Enthusiasm who was able to get her to run again a bit. When we saw them scuffling along at a trot our heart soared!
The three of us went a bit ahead as there was a hotel on Ormand Beach our athlete insisted on getting. P. Patriot slept a bit in his car while Chief and I went upstairs. A bed had truly NEVER felt so good. I don’t recall the time but don’t think it was more than an hour…at this point everything tended to blend. Chief got up to get some hot chocolate (dairy free!) for our girl while I stayed a bit longer. Shortly thereafter she returned with our athlete– who is a queen of short naps, mind you. I awoke feeling rough…never being a good napper. I felt sick and dehydrated. As time went on (ten minutes or so) it was decided that I would continue with our runner girl. She was mentally struggling but still tenaciously moving forward, one step at a time. She was clearer than I at this point as she witnessed a drug deal ahead that I was completely impervious to. Two young boys, around 12-14…we approached them and asked them what they were doing with those men, and they insisted they were given granola bars from the two shady dudes. Granola bars…lol. Oh my. What could we do? I was wearing my Runners4Recovery shirt, and I pointed at it. I said, “Please, please don’t do drugs.” Our runner girl spoke to them, too, though I do not recall exactly what she said. We were both very troubled by this. We focused on faith and how God has us, and them, too…and she said a prayer. I do believe this interaction propelled her forward even more. It reminded her of her “WHY”.
A few more miles south she was ready to throw in the towel. I am not hard core. The fear of someone pushing their body too much can bind me up. I do not know if her body can handle this, and truly she is the only one that can know. Thoughts of my husband running a 5K on the brink of a heart attack returned to me. I was afraid to push her, so I called our Chief. She came out and did her magic…our star athlete got up and continued to move forward. It was a tearful moment I will never forget. I was disappointed with myself for not being able to do that with our runner girl, but so very grateful that Chief was able to. There is indeed a reason for everything!
It is important to note that we had Race Marshalls tell our runner girl from the side of the road in their vehicle that the race was over and that she should stop. I know that is their perception and reality, but we need always remember that the HUMANITY aspect of running need always be first. The HUMANITY of any sport or activity in life is truly the most important – – when it is all said and done, it is all that matters. I think that was the most disappointing thing about this race, but I’ll get there soon, it’s almost over, I promise!
Onward she went!!!! P. Enthusiasm took over for a bit and then P. Patriot. We were getting closer and closer, and the sun was beating down on the runners. It was decided I would go back and see if anyone was going to be there to cheer our runner in and prepare a finish line in case there was not one, as it was looking like she would arrive closer to 3. We stopped at a Dollar Tree and picked up supplies.
I arrived just in the nick of time to see runner Brooklyn cross the finish line!!!! I was so happy that he made it! He helped us so on this journey and was awesome company. No accidents! The clock then struck 1:00 PM, knowing that there was still a runner on the course, everything came down….it broke my heart. I was so sad for our girl. She deserved a monumental celebration, and my worn-out body was going to make sure she had one! I learned how to make a balloon arch this day! Hehe. I had brought a “Congratulations” sign by chance we needed it, and yep, we needed that sucker! No accidents. I didn’t really know what I was doing but it was coming together. I was pretty much ignored by all those around me and was a bit irritated, or more heartbroken. I called out to the race director, “Bob, didn’t you miss the finish at Badwater?” He replied, “yep – it happens”. I said, “You still had others cheering you at the finish, right?”…no response. Shortly thereafter I did ask if I could have a buckle for our runner as I would never forgive myself if I didn’t and he said it wasn’t possible. I can understand that but the no support, I cannot. No humanity. Here is Bob’s finish at Badwater – he missed his cutoff, too. I am so grateful he had support though: https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=447387736978366
P. Enthusiasm and Chief walked up to me said, “it’s time!!! We walked out together to our star athlete to bring her in together her very last mile. She was complaining of chest pain and wanting tums for some time. This scared the absolute crap out of me. Heartburn is very easily confused with heart issues. My hubby has gone through a lot around his heart. I did not say anything, of course, we had one mile to go and durnit we were going to make it!!! It was decided when we were close to the end I would get out ahead and ask someone to take our pictures. It was a perfect ending to an amazing race. My dear friend’s first 100 miler!!! It was OFFICIALLY the most fantastic racing adventure I have ever had with the absolute most freaking fantastic team. Would I do it again? YES! Not this race though. Even NYC stays for the last runner. It was very disheartening. Rules are rules are rules are rules…humanity should always override all rules in my book.
This race changed me. This experience made me a better person. I am extremely grateful to all of our team, it would not have been the same with any other crew…we all complemented each other in a big way. Thank you, our beautiful star athlete for bringing us together…overwhelmed with so much gratitude.
Back in 2009, I believe, I started to write and share a gratitude list daily. I am absolutely convinced it changed my life for the better. Then I relapsed in 2012 and stopped for awhile….the shame kept me in hiding for bit. Less than a year after my relapse, I picked up a white chip and started over and continued writing my gratitude here and there but not consistently. Things started to get serious with my now husband nine months later, and my gratitude writing decreased significantly until it all together stopped. I have since started a “Women of Gratitude” group on Facebook but left it shortly after. Do you know why? Unforgiveness and fear. There were women in the group I did not want in my life due to hurt feelings and fear of judgement. I did not feel safe to be me. I don’t even know the stories around these resentments anymore. I don’t harbor current resentments but prefer to love from a distance. That is necessary sometimes. Of course, this is a public blog, but I am just not that important, in my mind or anyone else’s! I will focus on the love here and let all else go.
Anyhow…my point to the above is that I have no doubt, not one iota, that writing gratitude consistently on a daily basis, living and feeling that deep soul joy, brought me this amazing life I am living today. I am married to my best friend, we truly have so much fun. We may scoff from time to time but it is rare. I work from home, I am constantly learning and growing (Thank You, God! Everything IS–THANK YOU, GOD!!!), taking courses, etc., to be become better and better! I am surrounded by our sweet bulldogs, and I am a MINISTER of GOD!!! I am a minister of Love and hopefully inspiration! That is how I yearn to be, and I will keep on keeping on!
I’m so grateful for this day; for arising this 4th day in a row at 4 AM— for Hal Elrod’s “Miracle Morning”, which has inspired me over the years, and that it’s always there for when I forget or desire to be more, do more. To be and do more than I have been I have to show up. I am often, “too tired” to show up for myself. My birthday gift to myself this year is, “no excuses”. That is my mantra this 53rd year on this earth. I have made some necessary changes in my life to help me save some time as I can definitely spread myself pretty thin. This time is my gift to myself. I will utilize it to make myself smarter, stronger, faster, and get my coaching and ministry business off the ground. NO EXCUSES!!!
I am grateful for bulldogs snoring, a beautiful early morning sky, the funky music Coach Betsy played in our 5 AM run this morning (1920’s electric?!), the Charge Running App., over 4 miles run and done, the sounds of birds singing, my new “No Excuses” bracelet, so I don’t forget!, Whole Food Plant Based diet, for asking my husband for what I need (support arising early, and no more buying Sun Chips – I cannot resist them!), this amazing and abundant life—so very much to be grateful for! We are rich, absolutely rich in all of the ways that count…so much LOVE! I was thinking about when I was younger, kids growing, most of my life was spent living paycheck to paycheck, on the struggle bus. I made good money but kids, you know! Divorce never helps, either…it helps me to remember that so I can be so grateful to have gotten through it…and you know what? Everything always worked out! Always! Everything always WILL work out! God’s got us!!! Sooooooooooooooooooo much gratitude!!! xoxox
This is for all runners, whether you are running a marathon, a 5K, or around the block…every fitness level —as all of us, when we are sick we might choose “listen to our body”, or push through because we are pig-headed and stubborn (me) – neither are to be judged, but it’s a good idea to be mindful of other considerations that are important. I believe myself to be an intermediate runner and I did not know any better, so perhaps this will help someone out from experiencing what I had to go through. My heart rate was through the roof for an extended period of time while running my very first marathon. I didn’t “hit a wall”, I didn’t bonk…I was still healing from being sick the month prior. The most ridiculous thing is that I had no idea. I didn’t know until two days later when I finally got on Garmin to review my stats. I knew that my flop of a race was due to being sick but I did not know how bad it truly was.
Educating ourselves on what our target heart rate is, and what our maximum heart rate should be…AND KEEPING AN EYE ON THIS DATA WHILE RUNNING (which I did not do) is probably a wise thing to do, most especially if you have been sick. Coach and I chatted and she was amazed at how low my heart rate had been throughout all of my training…18, 20, 22, 22, 23 miles…and even my speed work. I felt the same and trusted that I was good. Just, “duh”! I am duhing myself, yes. This could have been a very serious mistake. Like my dad always said, “almost” isn’t enough, but a lesson was indeed learned, a lesson I feel impelled to share.
Like my dad always said, “almost” isn’t enough, but a lesson was indeed learned, a lesson I feel impelled to share.
Without even pushing myself and staying within the slower intervals the Coach suggested I use, I hit a PR for my half marathon time and NOT because I ran too fast out of the gate, but because I increased my speed that much over a course of almost a year through my extensive training (of course, I have to celebrate whatever success I can out of this nightmare!). Initially I felt great – ran the first four miles with a friend, I was glowing (little did I know why….), but I started to deteriorate fast… A few more miles down the horrible route (yes, it was bad, believe me–trail here, cone here, out and back here, very few clear markings) I felt like I was going to fall out. I thought I was dying, literally, but still I did not look at my heart rate. At mile 16 I had no choice but to walk, and walk I did, the last grueling ten miles….and slowly, too. Each step was tortuous. I am not one to give up, but I felt that I had no choice. Unfortunately or fortunately, I had no way of giving up so I trudged onward. I still did not look at my heart rate but I am grateful my body had more sense than I did. My heart rate ideally when maxed should be between 160-170 and I was at over 190 for two plus hours, my highest being 208. Not cool.
When we are healing from being sick our heart rate increases to counteract the inflammation in the body from an infection or virus. This is also made worse if dehydrated, when under stress, and with increased adrenalin, all of which occurs in a race.
I was playing with fire and I was absolutely clueless.
Below I have included photos of my different practice runs in comparison with my marathon. You can visibly see the differences. I was sick for over half of the month prior to my race. However, the “hay was in the barn”, meaning that I got in all of my training, and then some, so, other than being ill, I was good to go. Or so I thought.
The above is a long run I did before I became sick.. I ran for five hours at my easy pace, for a total of 23.28 miles. Sometimes I stop to take pictures and then increase my speed in bursts so that is why I was in a higher hear rate zone for some time, I believe. But overall, a great run.
This is another easy run…pace slow, heart rate zones low, it looks great.
The above is a speed workout I did two days after my long run. Even running at my fastest interval my heart rate still did not get above level 4 – “threshold”.
My marathon….there was absolutely no reason for maximum heart rate for 2.5 hours, 38%. I started out in at my normal easy/aerobic level, did not exceed my slower interval to start the race, the temperature was lower, too. This is due to being sick and the inflammation still in my body. At mile 16 I was done with all running and could only manage a slow walk to the finish.
This is my experience. You don’t have to take my word for it, obviously, but please do your own research. It’s out there!
I’m sitting here…at the fork in the road…which way will I go?
One way leads to seeming security—I say seeming because nothing in this world is truly secure…it is a world made for flux ending in demise. I am giggling because really, why all this pressure in such a world? What does anything really matter? It is a story to be played out! Which role do I want?
Let’s play a game!!! I love games, not really, but I love to find solutions…that is true! I AM a solution driven person.
So. What fears do I have? My biggest fear is letting down my husband. My faith has proved to me over and over in my life that regardless, I am going to be okay, WE are going to be okay! For some reason, well, I know the reason…the fear belief system we were raised with…I say we, because me and my husband could have grown up in the same household! We were taught that we have to go to work, nose to the grinder, head down and work hard – – no questions asked. We are not meant to be happy or enjoy it. It’s life baby, suck it up, buttercup!!! My husband is worried about taxes and benefits. Solution: earn more money. I feel that my current at home position could really turn into something more. I only need time. And once my husband receives his second immunization this month I can also reach out and start doing funeral services again…so I will be working three positions that I love…billing at home, working with Deanna/the End of Life movement, and working with funeral homes. I am afraid of resenting him, too, which would be in letting myself down, you know?
Now let’s talk about the position that I was offered doing what I do…managing employees. I was so caught up in the fact that I was offered the position so soon that I did not even process the actual position with this company and what that looks like! It is for a doctor and his wife, who is the admin over me….never a great situation. I will be traveling with the doctor between two locations and sitting at the front desk with the front desk team, not having a work station, an office, or privacy. I see myself driving them AND myself nuts. It does not feel good. I did not even pause in the “reality” of the position before. I’m also concerned because she was late and did not apologize for being late, and she was so anxious to hire me…not all things that appear awesome are truly awesome!! Also, it is in a location that I worked before and it was not great, weird, right? Lastly it is a similar locations to my last position…I do not take that as a great sign. If I have to go out and work managing, I would much rather find a position closer to home. I have not really been trying to find a position at all, only applying to those I am qualified for on a whim.
In my pausing here and pondering I see clearly now what woke me up at 1 AM – – I have made my mind up that this position is not for me. It was a disturbing realization in the middle of the night. I awoke with gratitude that I did not rush into anything. What is a solution that will make both my husband and myself happy? I will continue doing what I am doing for now, next week I will send emails out to all of my funeral director contacts letting them know I am available for funerals. I will continue working with my end-of-life crew (I anticipate more will come my way from this venue as well)…if in six weeks it looks like the billing position will not need me (due to the closing of a big account) I will put my nose to the wheel and either find a stay at home position with benefits or I will get out there, hit the pavement, and find a position that is a good fit utilizing my management abilities that is hopefully closer to home.
So….here we are. No more fork. No more pressure. No more angst. Do what is in front of me and enjoy the ride! I did not even have to write a pro and con list! We all know my leaving the pups at home for 8 hours a day would be on the TOP of the CON list!!!!!!!! Now to see what the spouse thinks about all of this….
It’s Day One—-no more sugar once again! Not processed, to be sure, but no cane either, or any of the myriad of artificial sweeteners out there. Have you ever heard of Rita’s?
It is only the BEST dessert ever (well, besides those cream stuffed, chocolate dipped bear claws, I mean WHO came up with such decadence?!?!)!!! So, Rita’s—-oh my. They make amazing Gelatis—our fav made with frozen vanilla custard, & black cherry Italian Ice…😋😋😋 Bad, bad, just B.A.D. for someone (me) who is addicted to anything at all, truly—-no exaggeration in the least. My husband’s & my weakness. A franchise just opened only two friggin miles from our front door (3/1). Bleh.
So, today is Day One (though jumped to the package of Day 2 because I failed at continuing past Day One last time I tried this feat a couple of weeks ago) of Prolon 5 Day Fast mimicking diet. Basically a keto type very low calorie diet with supplements. It mimics a full fast. I like to utilize this program to help me detox from sugar & other crap. It doesn’t require a lot of stress or planning so I find it very helpful—simply follow instructions. When I’m done I’ll continue no sugar & return to my low processed WFPB diet. Honestly, I am grateful to admit that the appeal is so much less than it has been in the past…whew! 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻 That’s a win!
What a gift to have a “hankering” & to be able to purchase all that is needed to make such a delicious treat—-blending my own oat flour in a blender, moving about in the homey kitchen, to alas, bake in our oven. 🙏🏻
Who would have thought?! WFPB Apple muffins sweetened with maple syrup. Healthy to boot. Full of superfoods, protein, and yumminess!! I added vegan protein powder, & chick pea/ & greens Go figure. Super healthy treat.
What a productive day all around! I’m so very grateful—-Resolution on some problem child claims I’ve been working on…an early morning workout!…working with my new coach, Anne! 🙌🏻👏🏻 Speed walking…lol. I feel like a total dork doing it though. Allllll the sweet babies—-I adore our farm of bullies, Prolon fast day one!, not living to eat today, but rather eating to live! I have been on a food bender, emotionally eating, no fun. Not today Satan‼️
My favorite picture from today!! Joyous in the ability to move my body!!! Celebrating that today!!! When you celebrate your gratitude…feel it in your heart center as an energy & visualize that extending out into the world!!!!!!
