Thank God for the aid station

During a race, every so often there is a water station, porta potty, someone in their yard with a cowbell cheering for a perfect stranger. In my life lately, I have been running the race aid station to aid station. Man has made countless Walmart trips, made breakfast, pushed my tired self out of bed at unholy hours, packed lunches…the list goes on. Friends have checked in on me, encouraged me, and listened to the most ridiculous rants.  Sometimes in life, you just need a little umph to get you to that next mile marker.

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