05/10/2026
My requests for Mother’s Day:
1- I do not want to cook and I do not want to clean up after anyone.
2- I want to leave the house and run wherever I feel like going and stop whenever I feel like stopping and request a pick up. 2 miles away and just not feeling it? Please pick up your sweaty matriarch, she’s fully cooked.
Listen, my guys have picked me up many times from runs cut short from weather, injury, or gear related problems, all with no complaints. To be frank, I just don’t like asking them to do it because of my pride.
So, I was excited about this one because one, I actually *wanted* to run. (My motivation discipline and distance has been at about 25% of what it was last year, so feeling the itch to go was so fun.)
But two, leaving the house knowing ahead of time I had an option to phone it in and call it when I wanted to? No planning ahead? No need to calculate how much farther I can handle before turning around and reliving the route in reverse? It was so freeing! No decision making- just a point to point blank check. 🩵
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What would you start if you didn’t have a fear of “failure” because finding your limit was actually the intended goal?
And importantly, what peace could you gain if you didn’t let pride get in the way of asking for help ?
How easily would you let go of the weight of decisions if you knew you had a safety net of support should you need to regroup or change course?
This can apply to nearly anything and anyone, but mommas, this message is especially for you, in this 3,862nd day in the month of Maycember. 😆
Let’s collectively exhale. Regroup. Choose the tasks you enjoy first…and ask for a pick up when you’re done.
Life is point to point.
Happy Mother’s Day!! 😘