I'm not afraid

I'm not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road

Yeah, It's been a ride...
I guess I had to go to that place to get to this one
Now some of you might still be in that place
If you're trying to get out, just follow me
I'll get you there 
~Eminem


In spired,
Beth

Mirror mirror on the wall...

How much of ourselves would we change if we were walking/ running/ eating/ talking in front of a mirror all day long? What if we were televised to our friends and family all day long? How about to a gorgeous stranger?

Enough said.

Just be better, people.

In the mirror,
Beth

One more day

I'm still on vacation, since Thursday. Today is our last day. And I have managed to work out and run every day so far....

until today.

I am up. I am going. I am going. I am going.

I can do this.

In Chicago,
Beth

You give me reason to live

I get to run with my husband again!!! He is finally back after ACL surgery and I am finally able to run with him, the whole distance. Some people have movie night, some couples cook... I have a wonderful man who loves to run as much as I do. Our special days involve a trip to three running stores checking out shoes. I am so glad we're back on track with the stresses of the last few months. I am so glad, that no matter where our paths lead us, they keep coming back together. It's better to run on that wide path side by side... it's easier to breathe with him around.

In happiness,
Beth

Where there's a will

Ha ha! 4 miles before the sunrise the morning. Only 68 degrees, no humidity. Love my sleep, but love my cool breeze run on a heat warning day even better!!

Suck it midwest misery. This world owes me a break, at least I can have my run. Try and break me down some more. I'll find a way. 110 heat index? Bring it. 2 am sounds perfect.

In the nightlife,
Beth

Ebb tide

My attention span is short, not that I need ADHD drugs or anything. I just have this unstoppable desire to discover and try and, well, be. Change is good. New is exciting. Different is better. I love being this way, but it tends to sometimes leave a trail of chaos behind me. I do feel badly for the young men that ever thought to love me. I only found one man in my life to ever love enough to stay. And perhaps his secret was to never let on all the way as to how much he has me figured out... and how much he challenges me in return. I do feel badly for the employers that I would stay forever. My jobs change by the months, at most the year, never by the decade. With the exception of training or coaching, everything else has short lifespans in between. Running is my best way to express my desire to be free, and to change. Every step changes me inside and out. I have transformed a dozen times on these streets, and who I am is not entirely discovered yet. I look forward to many more changes, new adventures, and the thrill of the unknown. My attention span has found something to steady it's pace, something to remain after every blink. I love my children, my husband, and my running. I do see them in all that I do. Everything else comes and goes with the tide of my mind.

I don't know what I want tomorrow to bring; I only know I want to be open to it.

In focus,
Beth

Remember the Name

I ran in the heat. I pushed and pushed and pushed just to get three miles. And when I hit the three, I only had a half mile left on the route. The original plan was to go twice, but I was simply grateful for getting through once. But as I approached my house, Remember the Name came on my ipod - which I hadn't even worn on a run in a month! And I was inspired. I was re-energized. I was better. I remembered suddenly why I do this and what it is that gives me the strength. If you don't have the song, get it. Put it as your Push song... Around the route I went, twice. I'm no quitter... sometimes I just need to be reminded.

Thanks for the push "shuffle" ipod Gods...

In heat exhaustion,
Beth