Thankful for the little things

This weekend was a great reminder of what is important. Friends, family, time to reflect, run (a lot!) and spending time in the kitchen filled the last several days - and have done me a world of good!

Sometimes life hands us unpleasant circumstances. To be honest, doesn't this happen more often than we'd like? Sure it does. But I believe it's all in how you recover that counts. I took my latest defeat in stride by spending a few days doing what means the most. And for each of us, that looks different.

I'm happy to say that in the last 3 days I've logged 10 miles. And I'm proud of that. It's been an inconsistent run over the last couple months, and this feels great to be consistent in the last two weeks again!

I'm thrilled to have friends that buoy my spirits when I'm down, encourage me and remind me that everything happens for a reason. They bring me incredible joy .. and make me very grateful!!

So here's to bouncing back from defeat - big or small - and making the most of what I have. To be honest, it's the only thing that really matters!

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