This week someone told me that I am cold hearted.

At first I was offended. Me? Cold hearted? No way!!

“I am not cold hearted,” I repeatedly declared while being upset that they would even think such a thing.

I let that simmer in me all night. I could hardly sleep and it just swam around in my mind over and over.

I woke up this morning feeling groggy but ready to get up because I had places to be and people to see. As I did my morning routine, walked Lily, and threw together breakfast before scrambling out the door I kept thinking about the fact that someone thinks I’m cold hearted enough to say it to my face when it is clearly so untrue. All while thinking of all of the ways that I am absolutely not cold hearted and so very much the opposite.

“Let’s bike 100 miles!!” I said. Even though Mitch isn’t a fan of biking, he agreed.

And so, this past weekend we did just that.

Little did I know that it would just about kill me.

I love to bike. I think that’s obvious from training for our first marathon earlier this year. I’m not one of those hardcore cyclists but I’ve spent many hours out on the road biking and listening to podcasts over the years.

I didn’t think 100 miles would necessarily be easy but I didn’t think it would be hard either.

That’s hilarious because it was the hardest physical thing I’ve ever done. Give me marathons any day of the week over the 100 mile experience.

Marathon number two is coming up tomorrow! When we flipped the calendars to January 2023 I never imagined that I would be running one, let alone TWO marathons this year! But, here we are!

If you’ve been following along for a while then you know all about the first marathon and my journey of getting there.

Immediately after running it I was very much not interested in running one ever again. I documented the whole thing on YouTube for your viewing pleasure.

But then, less than 24 hours later I was signing up for another one.

And now, the time has come to cash in on that sign up.

It’s September 1.

Do you know what that means?

You have to decide that you want to heal.

Sure, there are aspects of living a healthy lifestyle that play a role. But generally speaking the decision is the catalyst for healing.

It sounds almost easy. Just decide to heal and boom, you’re on your way. It’s like the workouts that you look over prior to doing them and think, “that doesn’t seem too bad.” When in reality, they’re usually some of the toughest ones to get through.

To say that I have been spiritually disconnected for quite some time now would be an understatement.

Just like with most things, I don’t think that there was one specific thing that caused this to happen. Instead, it was a culmination of many things with recognition emerging like a hockey puck being hit into the stands. Unexpected and, in my case, a hit in the face.

When I came to understand how and why I have become so spiritually disconnected it all made sense. It was the missing puzzle piece being put into place. And once the puzzle was complete, I could take a good look at it and recognize exactly what needed to be done to reconnect.

I went for a run today. Seven miles scheduled. I didn't think it would be too bad.

I was wrong.

But first, let’s back up. Yesterday Lily got sick again. I feel like I’m always saying that. It’s funny (not actually) because just a few hours before I was talking to my grandma and she asked how Lily was doing. I continued to tell her that we had her on a new diet and we were seeing great results from it. I went home and an hour later she was throwing up all over the place.

Last July Mitch proposed to me on top of a mountain in the Adirondacks, one of my favorite places.

It had been a few years since I made a trip to upstate NY and he was down for a few days of hiking and exploring. The first day that we got there it was supposed to rain but we had a bit of time to get in a hike before the clouds rolled in and impacted the views. I chose a hike close to town to save us time. We hiked up and he proposed. I was completely surprised.