Everyone has a champion. Everyone can be a champion.

I sit on my bike, grinding out a full ten minutes right at my o2 threshold, jumping between the thoughts, “How did I get here!?” and “They are just legs!” (You can thank my cycle instructor for that last one, she yells it at us all-the-time.) But I know how I got here… ——————————————————————————— “I’ve…

Rejecting “Good” For “Best”

It is nearly Christmas. But even the soft white glow of tree lights and snow falling softly is not helping me settle. I am wound tight. The stress in my shoulders pounding. My nerves nearly bursting. “What are you so stressed about?” Chris asks. Out comes the flood. Last minute gifts! Christmas dinner! Balancing family!…