When you’re so excited to see your baby at the aid station that you forget to refill your handheld 😆🤪🥰 The black squirrel trail half marathon last weekend was my second race since having baby gabe & my first since Abby died. I felt a bit caught off guard by all the thoughts, memories, feelings swirling thru me out there—at one point saying to myself: “this isn’t what I want to be thinking about during a race!” And then reminding myself that yes yes I do cuz this is grief and I want to run with it not from it. “Let it come, let it go, let it flow.” (And take an extra moment to enjoy the view & feel the earth beneath your feet cuz you are *here* 🤗🙏🏼) (And yes I regretted the empty handheld those last two miles 😆 and yes I kept replaying the image of baby gabe’s face lighting up when I’d see him at aid stations over & over all the way to the finish line 🥰✨)