I have no idea what it is about debriefs that turn me into a pile of snot, tears and exposed fears, but this last one was no exception. On the Race, I cried in pretty much every debrief. I am sure my coaches and squad leaders thought I cried every day (close but not quite). For month 2 debrief, I cried because I felt so unloved and unheard by my team (was I loving and listening to them? Nope… but alas, selfishness is an ugly beast and a constant battle). For month 5...

 This past week has been a life changing experience. We got on a bus for eight hours and made our way to the historic beautiful city of Antigua, Guatemala. As a team we felt burdened and just a weight was over us and we were emotionally and physically drowning in it. The city Puerto Barrios left a dark spiritual heaviness on each and every one of us. As we arrived in Antigua it was like a dream to say the least. It was so beautiful and turning every corner made me fall in love with the city!  Nick and Ashley flew down to join our team last week also to be there for support. They...

Roaming the streets of Antigua, Guatemala I found a new freedom and love for life. The first 6 weeks of our trip to Guatemala our team has fought hard to feel a live and not get discouraged, but with a heavy weight above us it has been extremely difficult. On Monday we left Puerto Barrios and headed to Antigua for a week of freedom and fun! It was such an incredible week and a breath of fresh air. Arriving at our hostile we were greeted by two AIM staff from Atlanta, as well as two World Race squads. They were such a blessing to our team. Ashley and Nick (Aim staff) brought fresh air to...

Hiking up the volcano in Antigua is an experience I will remember for a lifetime for two reasons. The first reason is probably what you would expect- I will remember the beauty of it, the amazing sites I saw. The second reason I will remember the volcano is something I wasn’t expecting- I will remember the children there, the children who begged us to buy a stick for five quetzals, who begged us for food and money. I have never experienced something like it. We got off the bus and we were attacked by little boys, pleading with us to buy a stick. They were selling them five quetzals,...