I think I'm just so weary from navigating this life of divorce process, helping a human that happens to be my husband but maintaining my boundaries, and other stuff is just exhausting. I remember once running a race. This guy was running with me as a pal and I was hungover (of course) but he didn't know and I was fecking struggling. I could see the finish but just didn't seem to care anymore but to cross it and he saw a woman coming up on me fast. His encouragement was the only thing that got me to the finish line first and I won a prize. I will never forget the power of encouragement from racing and I try to bring that here. so there's my point, whatever it was.

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