In this latest issue of our blog
you will find all the great content listed below
Where’s the Magic?
Not unlike the old commercial from the 80s that boasted the slogan, “where’s the beef?” I am past the midpoint of February and I am wondering, “where’s the magic?” I know G set the bar very low and only asked us to find small glimmers of joy, but dang it’s been a hard month.
There has been a lot of loss around us and it feels easier to keep our heads down and brace for the next hit. When I sat down to write about magic I honestly wasn’t sure I had it in me. Then I went back and read G’s blog and realized that looking up was the whole point. If you keep your head down waiting for that other shoe to drop, you miss the magic
So, let’s keep our heads up and find some magic.
For the love of a ring!
What I am loving is my new gadget called the Oura Ring. Let me tell you why before you look it up and judge me for buying a wildly extravagant tracker. (Of course, after you are free to judge me all you want). One of the few intentions or goals I made for myself this year was to commit to recovery and rest as wholeheartedly as I do training.
The Four Winds
You might think that we only read non-fiction, self-help books, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Okay, we read A LOT of books from that genre, but I love historical fiction. It’s my favorite kind of escape.
My most recent foray into historical fiction came in the form of Kristin Hannah’s novel, The Four Winds.
and Going to the Well
In our last installment, Lowi shared with you her accidental, possibly drunken, registration for an upcoming race. This can happen. We remember the euphoria (read: delirium) that comes upon us after completing an epic distance such as 50 miles. The relief of being done and feeling allowed to finally sit down to drink in the thrill of completion and possibly a beverage of choice is exhilarating if not straight up intoxicating. And that my friends is all we remember.
We forget about the cold winter training runs when nearly everything we have on is wet against our skin. We forget about the days when everything feels hard and we question whether we can do this big task we’ve set before ourselves. We forget how hard it is to say we have to go to bed early because we have a long run on Saturday and Sunday morning. We forget all that and what we are left with is the joy of finishing. Far few of us ever taste the sweet nectar of winning or even coming close. But trust me there is tremendous satisfaction and elation in doing something that you weren’t quite sure you could, especially when it’s arduous.