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"Doing what you love is not always loving what you do. There's an inherent sacrifice to it."

 My buddy, honorary big brother, mentor, cheerleader and hero (God, I hope he doesn't read this) sent this quote to me the other day. 

 This weekend will mark the 3rd year in a row where I've flown into DC to help support runners from The Kyle Pease Foundation in the Marine Corps Marathon. I am equally excited as I am incredibly nervous and stressed.

 It's the 2nd year I've fooled Brent and Kyle into letting me run logistics for this event, making this my 4th "biggie" for the foundation....and the most challenging. There hasn't been one specific instance of things that have gone wrong, but I assure you that if something could have gone wrong in this process, it probably has.

 I haven't loved this process. I've f'ing hated it at times. It has tested my faith, my commitment, my sanity. It's made me question on more than one occasion why in the HELL I signed up for this. I will have a morning where everything seems to be going wrong and I'm in tears. 

 And then I'll get a sweet text or an email from one of the parents of our athletes and I am reminded why I signed up for this: because I love these people. I love who they are and what they do. I love their struggle and their triumph. I love that they allow me to be a part of their lives. I love that they have welcomed me with open arms. I love that they love me. I love that I've found my little Kpeasey "family". I'm reminded of the STORY of how all of this came to be after a small moment in a hotel room with a certain little guy I know... 

 This planning process has been difficult but it has taught me so much about myself and what I value.

 I'm sitting in the Denver airport running on very little sleep and a lot of caffeine waiting for my flight to DC to watch 16 athletes and their pushers take on 26.2 miles through our Nation's Capitol. I am anxious for what's to come, but so much more so excited to be with the "fam" for a couple of days!

 I haven't always loved it, but I sure do love my people and that makes it worth it.

Learn more about the Kyle Pease Foundation and what they do HERE and follow me on social media this weekend for updates and probably dumb LIVE videos!!

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