I went on a medication earlier this year that caused me to gain weight. Not a ton, but enough for me to feel out of sorts in my body. As someone with a history of dramatic weight loss, the transition has admittedly been tough for me. It stirred up a lot of my old insecurities and forced me to revisit things in therapy that maybe I never really addressed, previously. I’ve noticed that — as a result — I’ve been less present here as I’ve navigated this transition. That’s not what I want. I want to feel supported, both offline and online. I also want to support others. Especially as someone who identifies as a runner during prime marathon training season, I believe we need each other. And as a woman dealing with sh*t that I know very well other women deal with, too? Well, it feels like my responsibility to bring it up. ... You never know what someone else is going through. I’ve been over here doing the best I can to embrace this chapter and what it has taught me. This is meant for me. This is happening for me. This isn’t me fishing for compliments or seeking affirmations. Facts are: I’m running confident, healing well (physically and emotionally), and breathing easier now. And THAT is why I’m sharing, because I’m ready. I know the number on the scale doesn’t define me. It never has. But how I show up? That matters. I can show up in good times. I can show up in tough times. And we can choose to have grace with one another in all of them. Keep hurdling. I am ❤️