⭐ Running: cheaper than therapy, hotter than crying
Every Damn Mile June didn’t tiptoe in this year — it kicked the door open, dumped a calendar full of events in my lap, and said, “Good luck, sweetheart.” And here I am, lacing up anyway, because I’ve got a goal: 130 miles this month. And life? Life has absolutely zero interest in making that … Continue reading June Is Already Doing the Most… and So Am I
June starts with a blank slate, fresh energy, and a brand‑new chance to be amazing all over again. Here’s how I’m showing up for Every Damn Mile this month.
May was full‑speed May‑hem — three graduations, long days, short nights, and miles powered by caffeine, grit, and a little spite. I still ran every day, hit 129 miles, hung steady with the AWM challenge, and held it all together in the chaos. Every damn mile meant something this month.
Older me is officially in a rematch with younger me — and this time, I’m running with grit, strategy, and zero excuses. Day 70 down. Round two is underway.
Chicken. Wine. Chaos. And somehow… a run.
Some runners fuel their miles with discipline. I fuel mine with caffeine, chaos, and the questionable choices that always seem like a good idea until morning. Running on bad decisions isn’t pretty, but it’s honest — and every messy mile still counts.
Every Damn Mile 