I am bracing myself for the ebbs and flows of a [cross country] season that will inevitably be filled with laughter and tears. And through it all I must find a way to motivate and inspire. So for some strange reason having to do with the grieving process deciding it was time to deal with some old pain, I am dedicating this season to the memory of my late sister, Monique . . .
It’s been a busy May. Completing a new manuscript, finishing track season, a week in Europe, and then immediately up in Mammoth for what was meant to be a period of restoration. Instead, the stress and dehydration and jet lag all caught up to me and I spent yesterday flat on my back with some version of the stomach flu.
I was speaking recently with a good friend. We've known each other since neither of us had two pennies to rub together. Nowadays, he's got a high stress job and a level of power most of us can only imagine.... We were talking the other day — the usual stuff about kids and life — when the subject of worry came up.
