Happy Wednesday friends! I hope that you are having a wonderful week! There are moments in life where a decision feels small on the surface—but quietly carries the weight of something much deeper. As y'all know back at the end of the summer, I had signed up for and planned a trip to Hawaii - and part of that stay was going to be doing a half-marathon. It felt like a stretch goal, something both adventurous and symbolic. But life, as it so often does, shifted. With my mom’s diagnosis, everything changed. Priorities realigned. Travel paused. And the idea of that race quietly slipped away.
But the dream didn’t.
As mom has been healing and with the beautiful news that no more surgery is needed (ABSOLUTELY GRATEFUL AND SPEECHLESS) - the opportunity to explore a half marathon was back in the picture. So today, I’m sharing something a little different—something that feels both tender and strong at the same time. I am officially registered for the Lake Placid Marathon and Half Marathon this June.
To walk 13.1 miles in a place known for its quiet strength and history. To walk in a season that, not long ago, would have felt impossible.
Less than a decade ago, as y'all know, I was primarily bedridden due to advanced late-stage Lyme disease. Even the idea of walking a few hundred steps felt overwhelming, let alone thirteen. And yet, here we are—not at the finish line yet, but at the starting line. And that matters.
This race isn’t about pace. It isn’t about performance. It’s about healing.
It’s about honoring the long, unseen work of rebuilding a life—physically, mentally, and spiritually. It’s about choosing to do something hard on purpose. And it’s about walking forward, quite literally, in gratitude.
And mom will be there- Cheering. Standing at the finish line. Being exactly what she has always been—my greatest source of strength and inspiration.
There’s something about that detail that changes everything.
If you’ve ever had a dream that had to be set aside, postponed, or reshaped—you understand this kind of moment. The return to it. The quiet decision to try again, even if it looks different than you originally imagined.
This is what “starting over” looks like in real life. Not perfect. Not polished. But intentional.
If you happen to be considering a race this season—or even just looking for something to work toward—I’ll share the exact one I signed up for HERE!!
No pressure. No expectations. Just an open invitation to do something that stretches you in your own way. If you sign up- please let me know! I would love to connect with you!
For me, this is about walking into a new chapter.
One step at a time.
Here's to the Lake Placid Half Marathon- happening in 2 months (from yesterday)!!
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