There is no telling how many miles you have to run while chasing a dream. -anonymous
I spent last weekend having some amazing Mama time, cousin time, and relaxation time in Vancouver BC.
We busted out 13.1 miles. 21km. Pounding out the pavement and leaning all my cares on the path felt amazing. The first 10 miles were smooth as silk, with each step I felt more powerful. Then apparently my blood sugar got low and the last 3 were suckage. I had to repeat over and over in my head that "I had this." But I crossed that finish line. And damn it felt good.
We celebrated with some wine from a Dixie cup, yoga on the beach, and a fabulous outdoor concert.
I am so blessed to have an amazing hubs who was all for this little outing and single-parented like a champ.
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