1 week ago, I did something that I could barely imagine just a month or so ago – I ran a 5K fun run for the Atlanta Community Food Bank in a brisk 21 minutes an 58 seconds.
The annual Hunger Walk/Run is something I’ve participated in for many years, but this year, I donned a pair of running shoes and a determination to push myself further than I had ever gone before.
I wrote about my reasons for not running before in an earlier post, and in all honesty I was still slightly unsure of how my endurance would hold out in the actual run. Continue Reading…
“You must do the thing you think you cannot do” – Eleanor Roosevelt
When I was in high school, I told myself that I wasn’t a runner. ‘I have bad knees.’ This is a belief I held onto, and I believed it all the way into adulthood. I’ve always been a pretty active person, particularly when it comes to outdoor activities, but running had been completely off the table.
An interesting thing happened lately, though. I went for a run in the park across the street from my new home. It was only about 2.5 miles, but the pace was respectable (8’14” if I recall). I did it again a week later, and then again a few days after that. Continue Reading…
Today is a new beginning in a multitude of ways. March begins today, which is also the first full month of my new living arrangement. Today is also the beginning of a major renewal of inspiration and spirit to continue the work I have been called to do through Kids of the Gulf.
It’s the beginning of a 9-day push to achieve a big fundraising goal to help those who are hungry through the Hunger Walk/Run here in Atlanta.
And, this is also the point where I begin to share more openly again about the process I’m going through. Continue Reading…
Last Summer, I wrote about being on the edge of the cliff at a time that I was 100% certain I was going to be moving out of my home within a week. In that post, I discussed the range of emotions I was going through as I prepared for that transition.
The thing is, it didn’t happen.
But it is now.
Before I go on, I’d like to offer a free lesson on selling or leasing real estate: It’s not done until the check is in hand. Period. Class dismissed.
A week ago, I had one of the most bizarre experiences of my life – I was dead.
Well, not really, but one of my friends thought I was.
I was getting ready for bed and kept hearing incoming email notifications from my laptop, which happened to be open and playing music. It was unusual to get so many emails around midnight, so I went to check and see what was up.
What I saw shocked me.
Brandon Sutton was dead.