Grit
No grit, no pearl
Several years ago, I took to writing the word “grit” on my wrist. Any time I was faced with a challenge, emotional or physical, I would take a Sharpie and give myself a visible reminder to hang tough. Because that’s what grit is: courage in the face of anything. Strength of character. Steely-eyed endurance. Firmness…
Grace, grit, and the Whole30
In my most cliché move yet, I’m now on the Whole30. If you aren’t familiar, the Whole30 is a 30-day elimination diet that cuts out everything that makes me who I am: sugar, dairy, grains, and alcohol (also legumes and soy, although those mean less to me). It’s popular with girls on Instagram and your…
Fargo Forever
Over the course of the last four and a half months, I ran 434 miles. Last Saturday, all of that training culminated in me running — and I do mean running — the Fargo Marathon. I did it! I ran the entire thing! I never stopped, except this one time (we’ll get to that). First…