Reflecting on My College Running Career
Could it be that this train wreck of a college athletic career, was actually salvaged? That, instead of flying off rail, God graciously redirected me and restored what was lost?
This is 23.
As I crest the third week of my twenty third year, it occurs to me that I have a good amount of wisdom to share with the internet. Twenty-three years worth, actually. But I feel highly unqualified, seeing as 23 currently looks like me, sitting in my bed at 7 p.m., in snowflake pajamas. In…
I’m a fan of waves. Waves of laughter that bubble out of a joyful soul; waves of Caribbean salt water, splashing on my knees. I love waves. But for a while, I didn’t think I did. I felt like surfing and suffering were one and the same. And I was pretty angry about it. Yeah,…