You Can Have Reasons and Excuses. Or, You Can Have a Life
8 min readApr 10, 2018
It was 36 clear, crisp degrees when I started the early morning three-mile hike around my neighborhood. As the sun began to splash the sky with pink purple, I could feel the edges of my 32-pound weighted vest press into my traps as I marched down my first hill. It looks like a bomb vest. In fact, to my never-ending hilarity (and the lady cop who pulled me over), five years ago when I was in…