Sunday is a metaphor for what I've been working towards these last 365 days or so. On the surface, it’s marathon #6, but peel back the layers and it’s so much bigger than that. It’s accepting life altering change, overcoming injury, and staring self-doubt straight in the face.
My crazy dream is to cross the finish line as myself.
The best, most healed, self-aware, truly happy and confident version of myself.
It’s crazy because if you told me a year ago, even 6 months ago that I’d be here - happy and okay, I wouldn’t have believed you.
What’s your crazy dream?