by: Master Cat Fitzgerald “Breathe. Breathe,” were the soft, yet demanding, words entering my sleep. Wait, I’m not sleeping. Why am I wet…uh oh….tell me I didn’t…. More and more clarity and confusion arose like the lights coming up in an unfamiliar room – you see more and, yet, have more questions. From the blackness…
Read MoreStop me if you’ve heard this one: “I was training two to three times per week, but then I got injured and I had to take some time off. Now, I just can’t find the time to start up again.” I think it is fair to say that, if we have never spoken these words…
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