My Black Hills 50k Race Report in a nutshell.
The trail gives and it takes.
It took my blood and sweat (no tears!) and energy. But at the same time it gave me so much happiness to be running (and mostly hiking) out in the middle of nowhere! The trail is narrow and the first half was muddy and the next quarter was rocky so I spent the better of my time looking down at the ground and the shoes of those in front of me, but when I did look up, the view was always spectacular. I was so happy out there that I only complained twice during the 31.1 mile trek! The first was around mile 15, when we had been climbing for 2 miles already and it felt like we were finally at the top of the hill, but when we turned the corner there was another hill! The other complaint was during the last 7 miles when the sun was a bit warmer and we had one more climb which gifted us a spectacular view of Bear Butte, but I remarked to my friend, "I don't know if the view is worth the hike." And I also just wanted to take my shoes off and jump in a cold pool at the point. The only time I really doubted myself was after my first fall just over 16 miles in. I was finally going downhill and I was killing it when then next thing I know I hit the ground HARD - note my bloody knee. I sat there at least 30 seconds before struggling to stand, then stood another good 30 seconds before starting to walk out off. I struggled in to the next aid station at mile 19ish, but caught up with a friend around mile 20 and she guided me to the finish, picking me up twice after I fell again.
This race was hard, but nothing about it sucked! It's the most fun I had running in a long time! And you can bet I'm already looking in to my next ultra!
#running #trailrunning #blackhills50k #isurvived #ultrarunning
As I was reminiscing over today’s daily devotion, I can’t help but smile even though my heart is swarming with a mix of emotions 😊
“What do children do when they’re in pain? Cry out to their parents.” This sentence crushed me💔 What you may not know about me, is that when I was 10, my parents got a divorce. We went from being a happy family, who spent almost every weekend at my Grandparents - playing croquet, acting out plays, riding motorcycles/dirt bikes/lawnmowers together, or anything we could think of to pass time - to completely splitting up. It honestly tore me to pieces😢 My brother went with my Dad, and I went under my Mom’s custody but moved to my other Grandparent’s farm & started middle school in a smaller, new town. From that point forward, the relationship with my parents practically disintegrated. I saw them on major holidays, and that was about it. .
Feeling unloved, unwanted, not good enough was a constant for me as I entered my teen years. And to be honest, those feelings have never fully gone away. I moved back in with my Mom in 8th grade, after she broke up with her toxic ex. And shortly thereafter, my brother passed. We moved back to Mitchell before my Freshman year, and nothing really changed with my parents. Still rarely saw them, worked to pay for my gas / food / school supplies, and spent most of my free time with my friends. I craved for a curfew, parents to be up waiting when I’d get home, and celebrate or punish me when I would do something. I never got that .... .
Fast forward to today, and we are still trying to mend our relationship. I watch as we get older, and it kills me to know I am missing out on precious time with them. But, I look back and appreciate all I’ve learned from the past. It’s made me stronger, independent, appreciate life & people, and will help me even more with my future fam 🙏🏻 I don’t share for sympathy, nor for you to pass judgement on my parents! I share to show you it’s possible to be broken, yet loving. To seek forgiveness, and find people that feel like home ❤️ Never stop fighting for YOU
Good evening dear super strong survivors.
My name is Anthonia Ojenagbon. I am a survivor of child sexual abuse and an advocate.
I run a support group for sexual abuse, rape and incest survivors called Tonia Bruised But Not Broken which offers support, counseling to survivors.
My voice, my power.
Never again will l allow the abuser to have the upper hand.
Never again will l allow my voice to be stolen.
Never again will allow my past to keep my head down. I survived what was meant to destroy me.
I am a super strong survivor. I am a member of the team no shame club#teamnoshame #notashamed
I am a Christian
I am grateful to God for a second chance.
I was laughed at, judged for speaking out, told to keep quite because l am married and it won't be nice to allow people know your past because of societal stigma.
I am no more ashamed because the shame belongs to the abuser not me.
It was Never my fault. I wear my crown unashamed because l know my Redeemer lives.
I wear my crown unashamed because l know Jesus loves and cares for me despite my past.
I am not my past. I survived the abuse, l will definitely survive the recovery .
Dear survivors Don't allow your pain to destroy you, help is available. God gives second chances. Don't believe a lie, Jesus loves and cares for survivors of sexual abuse, rape and incest. I look forward to seeing you at the Survivors Support Family Meeting coming up on the 30th of June.
To attend send a message to 08098987884. It is strictly a women survivors meeting.
PS we Will not post your pictures online. We respect every survivor's privacy.