I round the corner onto Boylston Street and hear the deafening sounds of the cheering crowd. My body is shivering from the quickly changing temperatures and the shock of all that happened over the previous 26 miles. This is the moment I’d envisioned for the past 18 weeks. All the time and the work and...
I wake surrounded by darkness and she’s gone. . . Again. I fight to remember the details, but they disappear like steam rising off a pond in the early morning hours. The dream is foggy, as if I am watching through barely open eyes. A tiny glimpse, a distant memory, a shooting star flying across...
It’s been quiet in this space for awhile. Me, always confused about the business side of me and the mom-blogger-figuring-it-out side of me. Last week I say to Chad, I think I want to go back to Running Chatter. Why? he asks as if I haven’t said this sort of thing a hundred times before.Shouldn’t my business thoughts and personal thoughts be separate? Just be you, he tells me, all of it is you. Just be you. . . easier...
The alarm sounds at 2:30. I hear him shuffling around in the darkness. From my warm, cozy spot in the bed I hear sounds from the bathroom–water running, toothbrush moving, the sound of snow pants being pulled on, the buckling of a belt. On the other side of the room, outside the window, I hear...
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This brought tears to my eyes as I read it and a smile on my face as I finished it! What an awesome perspective and amazing purpose. You have made a lot of people proud, Summer!
Deb. . . thank you so very much.
Your story made me cry, I think you should try again.
Jim. . . thank you!
I plan to try again.
(Your words mean thew world to me.)
Such a beautiful story of your unbreakable resolve, strong will and focused passion. Not to mention a beautiful love story of an amazingly supportive partner and the unique, kind, passionate and loving family you have built together.
Vick, thank you so much. Yes, you said it perfectly. The gifts abound, despite little bumps in the road.
Beautifully written, but that’s no surprise. Thanks once again for sharing (and baring) your soul to move and inspire us all
Thank you, Susan, for your always kind and encouraging words.
Much love to you and yours. . .
Incredible story and so well written. I had tears running down my face. Your determination and grit is incredible as well as the support from your loving family and husband. I have always admired people who like to run. It just isn’t my form of exercise that I enjoy. Hope you heal quickly! You are inspiring! Don’t give up 🙂
Thank you, Karlene. I appreciate your words very much!
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