Since there are so many new readers, I thought I’d put together a video Race Diary of the last three years. Check it out below, and learn about the time I:
- Ran a 15.4-mile trail race
- Yakked at the finish line
- Raced in three races in one weekend
- Got disqualified from a race
- Won a race
- Raced with Meghann, Lindsay, Jenna, Abbie, and Melissa
- And more!
I can’t WAIT for my next race, which is a 15K in September. Woo hoo!
I woke up late (for me) at 6:45 AM so I didn’t get to do much this morning. But I did make a delicious breakfast: Flax French Toast!
I made Flax French Toast with two eggs, two slices of whole wheat bread, and about 2 tablespoons flax.
And maple syrup for dipping with blackberries:
Today’s Operation Beautiful notes are so amazing — the response continues to overwhelm! Here’s my favorite note from Thursday’s notes:
Janetha wrote, “Too many times I find myself getting down on myself about my freckles, my huuuge scar on my arm from breaking my humerus, my short and muscular legs.. the things i CANNOT change no matter what. I need to remember that although these things may bug me from time to time..they are still parts of who I AM.. and they are not going anywhere, so I better learn to love all those imperfections!”
Be sure to check out all the new notes here!
What physical "imperfections" have you learned to embrace? I’ve learned to love my stomach — I spent so much time trying to "get it flat" in the past, and now I realize my womanly curves are fine just the way they are. 🙂
I've learned to live with my nose (actually, I have no choice, but you know what I mean…) I always thought that I had this huge nose with a bump in the middle until I realized that I have the "family" nose (on my mom's side).
I'm extremely close to that (huge) side of the family and once I matured a bit, I realized it was really something to be proud of. My grandpa had the nose, my mom had the nose, some cousins had the nose–it made us unique and quite honestly, it's not that big anyway (must have been a bit of teenage angst added in…)Now that I'm old and 27…
Anyway, as you grow up you realize physical imperfections are not imperfections at all–they are what make you unique on the outside before people learn just how unique you are on the inside.