I dare anyone on earth to find a bigger fan of the film Titanic than the writer writing this sentence. I was obsessed. I even had a crush on a tool of a guy during my freshman year of college because he had floppy blonde hair just like Leo did in the movie. If I had a son, I would've named him Jack.

Okay, #realtalk, I don’t want to talk today. Or, write, rather. Last week was wonderful, one of my favorite weeks all year, so I am not holding back anything upsetting, it’s just that today I’d rather be still and quiet, but it’s Tuesday.

I wanted to have this post written and ready to publish this morning so I wouldn't have to wrestle with my words like I am right now, but I can’t force inspiration, and everything I wrote yesterday was drivel, so here we are.

Today is my friend Mary Knott’s birthday. She would’ve turned forty-five. I’ve spent the first few hours of the day training in her honor, and I still have many seconds of sweat ahead of me this afternoon/evening. I don’t have any words to describe how I feel today, except that I am grateful I have memories of Mary to remember, and although I wish she was still here, I still feel her everywhere.

She is in the ocean.

She is on the road.

She is in the hearts of more people than she could’ve ever imagined.

Post run shots of me and Mary on Washington Island in July, 2020.

Before I sign off to go run in the first hour of sunshine of a cataclysmically rainy day, I encourage you to tell the people you love, that you love them, to be still and remember a special memory of someone who is gone, to cry if you need to, and to laugh because you get to.

The song and video choice this week should not be a surprise. :)