Two races. Two finish lines. Two milestones. A journey I’ll never forget. Every step proved I was born to run.
In 2018, I laced up for another ultramarathon. I had previously completed 30-mile ultramarathons This would be a timed 60 miles. Every step tested me. Sixty miles of grit, doubt, and determination. There were moments I wondered if I could keep going, but somehow, step after step, I did. Crossing that finish line wasn’t just about the miles—it was about proving to myself that I was capable of more than I ever imagined.
A year later, in 2019, I went even farther—100 miles. It was grueling, it was painful, but it proved to me just how much I can endure. One hundred miles. A whole new level of challenge. The pain was real. The exhaustion was deep. But so was the joy of pushing through barriers I never thought I could break.
JOURNEY ON! KEEP QUESTING!