I am officially home. 11 months has come and gone, and I am back in Dallas. Sometimes I can't believe that it's actually over, other times I question ...
It is officially month 11 of the Race. I can't believe that we are already here. The days have been long, but the weeks have flown by. I feel like I'v...
I thought that I was broken, A clock that no longer ticks, An empty well with nothing left to give. I thought that my fragmented pieces Were the o...
The heaviness of that night leaked into the next day. That morning, we were going to take the women out. It is the one time a week where the women are...
We packed into the van, unsure of what the night would entail. We drove through the streets as night fell upon the city. We pulled up to the side of t...
In Costa Rica, we spent most of our time in Los Chiles, aka, the jungle. Every morning, we woke up to the sound of monkeys hollering and dogs barking....
It's official. We have reached the halfway point of the Race. Tomorrow, our alumni squad leaders will stay behind, and my squad will move forward on o...
Sometimes we find ourselves driving through a tunnel, It is dark and cold, and stretches far beyond what you can see. It is endless, constantly turn...
There is so much beauty in the little things. The way the sun begins to peak over the mountaintops, the sound of birds chirping, the joy in my teammat...
My team has been in Guatemala for 2 weeks now. Most of that time has been spent in quarantine. On 1/21, I tested positive for COVID. Consequently, tha...
