(Photo by Dmitry Ratushny on Unsplash) You know what scares me? This. Writing. And sharing that writing. Trying to communicate what’s in my head and heart in some coherent fashion. But that’s part of why I do it. Because it scares me. Why
Photo by Quinten de Graaf on Unsplash It was our company’s biggest event of the year. Something we do every year to celebrate our partners. I’m seven months into my new job. This was the first time I was being introduced to many in
REGRET: an expression of distressing emotion – a feeling of sadness, repentance, or disappointment over something that has happened or been done. It’s a nasty word. Just the sound of it makes you squirm in your seat. Makes you feel
“Most people would be better off with more pain in their lives,” exclaimed one competitor in what is considered by some as the toughest 100 mile race the world, The Barkley Marathons. (They made a brilliant documentary about it: The
I’ve never run a marathon before. I’ve never actually run a legit half-marathon. I’m positive I’ve covered that distance in the woods on my own, but nothing organized. The longest organized race I’ve ever done is an 11-mile Tough Mudder.