by Tonya Williams…
The alarm went off at 2:30 a.m.
It didn’t really matter, since I was awake anyway. I had tossed and turned since midnight, thinking about this very day – the day that I would run my very first marathon.
I looked over and saw my running shoes on the floor beside me. “Yep, me and you baby,” I said to my Asics, “we’re going to do it today.”
Still, I felt sick to my stomach.
The “What If’s” started to take over. Read More→





