August 2020

Show Your Work

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Let’s talk about growth mindset. I have seen this terminology being thrown around, especially to serve as a differentiator on job applications and personal mission statements. After reading Mindset by Dr. Carol Dweck, I have a new level of understanding that I would like to share. Before studying the subject matter, I had this preconceived notion of what it meant to be growth-minded, and it was correlated to perfection. This… Read More »Show Your Work

Under Pressure

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One thing before I dive in: Racism and any other form of oppression or prejudice is not an opinion. These are phobias and diseases that thrive off of one thinking they are superior to someone else. If you believe you are superior to one, you must also believe you are inferior to another. This is a relentless cycle of hate and self doubt that will hurt you more anyone else… Read More »Under Pressure

Goodwill Hunting

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For anyone that knows me, I am not the largest in stature. Growing up, there were always choices that my family had when making purchases and clothes were not on the top of the list. As hard of a sell I would make, I would find myself in clothes that were too big that I would “grow into”. If you dig deep enough or befriend my mom, you will find… Read More »Goodwill Hunting

#stayathome

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A word: To the healthcare professionals that have willingly adjusted to the needs of their community, to the first responders who have made it a point to serve in every capacity they know how, to the family members taking care of those who cannot care for themselves, to the good Samaritans donating their time and effort to support and uplift their communities, you are incredible. Thanks don’t do justice the… Read More »#stayathome

When I Move (Part 1)

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It was a little over a year ago where I challenged myself to learn a new skill every year from now until. Outside of learning to swim in the year 2019 (which you can discover in previous posts around my triathlon journey), I also wanted to learn how to bachata. Bachata: n: a genre of romantic song and dance of the Dominican Republic performed with guitars and percussion Now I… Read More »When I Move (Part 1)

F%!# It Up (Part 1)

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I have a confession to make. For those that know me, I seldom curse, if at all. But when I am alone with no one to hear me but thoughts, I have found myself dropping F bombs since grade school. Mom and dad, if you are reading this, it’s too late to right the wrongs I have committed. But, I will say I am ready to talk about it and… Read More »F%!# It Up (Part 1)

Who Cares?

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Roughly a year ago, my phone number was added to a directory of home owners in the North Carolina area. And every couple of weeks from that point on, I would receive a call from someone looking to purchase “my” property. “I am sorry , but I am not the owner of that home (or any other for that matter). I am not sure how my number became tied to… Read More »Who Cares?

Runner’s High

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In honor of Eluid Kipchoge’s historical mark, I thought I would take some time and write about one of the best feelings in the world. The path was shaded with tree cover as the sun hid behind the pines. In an attempt to avoid the sun’s kiss, I started my run early to get the most out of the cool weather. Fall was finally upon us as the humid Georgia… Read More »Runner’s High

Blurred Lines

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The sun was setting and the meet was nearing an end. High school distance runners took to the track after being called over by the starters. It was the sectional meet as many set their sights on a spot at the state meet. Several athletes had already punched their ticket in their respective events earlier in the day, but there were still a few more slots up in the air.… Read More »Blurred Lines

Try-athlon (Part 4-ever)

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4am. Two different alarms went off at in the airbnb to assure that Patrick and I were alive and well. I barely slept the night before. But, here we were. We got our transition bags prepared, dressed for the colder weather, and ate just enough mini wheats to coat the stomach. The venue was probably the only light source for miles that time of day. We walked in to assure… Read More »Try-athlon (Part 4-ever)