Well…today was the day to figure out what in the world has been going on with this body of mine!
Started the morning at the Y teaching TRX • Cycling • TRX, taking it VERY easy. Lots of coaching, demonstrating, and letting my members do the hard work today!
Then it was off to the doctor.
Because seriously…CHEST, WHAT IS GOING ON?! 
And we finally have an answer. My doctor suspects walking pneumonia.
So now we’re treating it with medication, an inhaler, and a plan to give my body the rest it needs.
I’ll admit, I’m not someone who loves taking medication, so seeing everything I was prescribed was a little overwhelming. But right now, getting healthy is what matters.
No running for now. Let the medication do its job. Let the body HEAL.
And I’m incredibly grateful we caught this before race weekend rather than during it.
But here’s where my heart really is today. 
This race means SO much more to me than 50.7 miles or a 9:30 finish time.
As a two-time cancer survivor myself, I know what it means to face challenges you never expected. And being able to run these miles in honor of those fighting cancer, celebrating those who have survived, and in loving memory of those we’ve lost is something I can’t even put into words.
Last year, one of the most incredible parts of the Fall 50 was hearing other athletes read the names on my jersey as they ran past me.
The encouragement. The conversations. The connections.
Those weren’t just names on a jersey. They were PEOPLE. They were STORIES. They were LOVED. 
And every time someone acknowledged a name, it reminded me why I was out there.
Some people may wonder why I do this. Others understand exactly what those names mean.
But for me, it’s simple.
If carrying someone’s name for 50 miles brings one family comfort, gives one person hope, or reminds someone that their loved one hasn’t been forgotten, then every step has a purpose.
I feel incredibly blessed to have so many people trusting me to carry those names.
And right now, I’m going to do everything I can to give my body the best opportunity to recover.
9 days. 50.7 miles. Hundreds of names. One very grateful heart. 
Project 9:30 isn’t just about what my legs can do.
It’s about what my heart gets to carry. 




