I've been in California for a few months now, and it's time to get back to blogging because I know you're all dying to know what I have to say. Oh yeah, did you notice the name change? I figured this name was a lot more fitting. Also, have you “liked” my FB page? If not, here’s a link for you. facebook.com/operationbeawesome
So, a Facebook friend shared a link from a 13.1 sticker hater. Have you seen this article? https://medium.com/i-m-h-o/why-we-all-hate-your-13-1-sticker-af261799c10 Alright, so this person thinks that putting a 13.1 sticker on your car makes a “big, arrogant butthole”; I’ll be honest, I am going to own my butthole status. For me, the 13.1 emblazoned everything is not to brag but it’s completely for me. It’s a reminder that there was a time when the thought of finishing any race was laughable, a time when I didn’t think that I was capable of even completing a feat like half marathon. Am I proud of my half marathon finishes? Absolutely, who wouldn’t be, my feet have covered the 13.1 race distance nine times. There’s going to be a day that my body will not let me do anything like that anymore but the pride of knowing that I have done some pretty badass things will last a lifetime. So, to the author of the article, the stickers aren’t about you, shocking, I know, you’ll get over it.
In the words of Miss Taylor Swift, haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.