“The little pink skeleton was small and cold and its flowers were made of four circles with a stem, like one doodles on paper when they don’t know how to make a distinguishable flower, like a rose or an iris. The brushed pink and blotted, purple flowers have never cracked…
“My editor asked me who I was hoping to talk to in this book. My answer is this. If just one person in this lifetime can be empowered by my conscious choice to rewrite their own dialogue in their heads, to calm the destructive chatter that intimidates all of us…
“Experiencing the freedom of my own expanded realizations that my previous runs were not only attainable, but easily accomplished with every new mile reached another one appeared ready to be conquered. I quickly became engaged in seeing how far I could go, how far I could push myself. The more…
I observed two younger girls discussing their ambitions; I was saddened to hear them not expect greatness from themselves, focusing only on the bare necessities to raise their children. This is when I decided to write my book, How Far Will I Run. I felt the need share my story…
