Last year I set out to "take chances," and I did, across all avenues of my life. I faced my challenges like an old dog willing to learn new tricks, from dealing with grief, to learning to be a better boss at Picky Bars, to flying across the world to get surgery on my heel.
Last year I said that 2015 would be the year that I would believe. That I would believe in myself and allow myself to dream again. After some bumps in the road, as 2015 came to a close I was reaching fitness I hadn’t had since before my son was born, and I was winning races for the first time in years. I feel like I truly lived 2015 with belief.