It's absolutely ridiculous how much a wood oar means to me. How much this tribe means to me. Still in shock. Still smiling. Still so, so, so grateful.
I've been struggling a lot lately to come to terms with my reality, which is this: I am injured. Three weeks ago I went out for a run and was hit by a cyclist as he raced onto the sidewalk. Immediately, I knew something wasn't right- I could barely lift my leg.
This injury has been humbling. It has meant entirely scrapping my training logs + race schedule. It meant facing my fears and battling my anxieties. It meant getting comfortable with the uncomfortable.
And yet - despite all the physical pain and mental stress this injury has caused- I can't help but feel like maybe this was all meant to happen the way it did. Like I am exactly where I am supposed to be -- surrounded by the most inspiring, positive and incredible group of humans I have ever met. A group that sings and dances their way through life. A group that gives the BEST hugs. A group that has turned NYC into a giant playground. A group that will road trip 30+ hours to run a race. Humans that show up smiling, ready and excited to take on each new workout and day - welcoming with open arms the unknown. And that's exactly what I plan on doing too.
I'm not sure what lies ahead, but with you all by my side, I know it's going to be great. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I truly feel like the luckiest, happiest girl in the world.