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<p>I was not sad to see last year go.  Two thousand and fourteen was just fine to go its merry way.  I didn&#8217;t stand with a white handkerchief, holding back tears as it rode into the sunset late December 31st.  Last year was hard.  Full of trials and constant opposition.  Sometimes I felt successful if &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2015/01/05/mandisa-says-it-too-youre-an-overcomer-but-how/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&ra

<p>I should have known the morning of my 7th grade in-school detention.  I had a problem. There I sat, confined by glass, in the main hallway of my small-town middle school, writing this sentence all day long: &#8220;The gum chewing student and the cud chewing cow both look-alike somehow.  But there is a difference.  Oh, &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2014/10/27/the-reason-i-gave-up-gum/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</spa

<p>I clean on Thursday. I lock us all down, pull the blinds and purge my house from top to bottom.  I have never found deep satisfaction in the &#8220;cleaning one room a day&#8221; strategy.   I know this works for many people, but this has never been my niche. No, I clean on Thursday.  And, &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2013/08/12/making-war-with-dust-bunnies/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>Realization:  Maybe the stretch of sidewalk I routinely run on isn&#8217;t the best to train for a race. Jody (the best running buddy of all time) and I run on fairly flat ground.  Maybe there are two hills.  {mostly likened to steeper inclines}  But nothing like the &#8220;KnoxHill&#8221; Marathon. We train there because Jody and I &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2013/04/15/hill-training-a-blog-about-running-but-not-really/">Continue re