The Sarlacc Attack, or how I (sort of) learned to embrace fear
“What’s underlying all of this is fear.“ I took a minute. Let what my therapist said to settle in. “Shit. You’re right,” I said. I
“What’s underlying all of this is fear.“ I took a minute. Let what my therapist said to settle in. “Shit. You’re right,” I said. I
Somehow I let Marc convince me to register for the Cactus Cup 3-day stage race in Fountain Hills, Arizona. I can’t remember the last time
When I first read this line, “hell is life drying up,“ it sounded odd, like I had to re-read it again to understand what it
The White Rim Trail continued to elude me up to the morning of our big, one-day jaunt through the Canyonlands National Park. I set my
I always get stuck between wanting to live in the moment and taking pictures and videos so I can remember what happened and then post
I was looking for a new monthly quote to write on my highlighter-green RoseArt whiteboard I’ve had since 7th grade. The board can only hold
Let’s start at the end and work our way backward. It’s easier that way. Or, at least I think it will be. I crossed the
One. Preview the race a day before and freak out about the sections that are dusty; that will force you out of your comfort zone,
The Morning Of I woke up from an okay night’s sleep. I’ve reached the age where I have to have a special pillow, a special
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