Peanut Heart


I’ve made multiple attempts at blogging lately, with every attempt ending in failure.  I feel it, I try and write it, I lose motivation.  That’s the problem with having a peanut heart.  It takes a while to crack, but once you’re in, there’s no turning back.

This move has filled me with a million different emotions, some of which I’d rather not feel ever again.  Add new stressors with the daily stressors of life, and you’ve got a loose cannon on your hands.  Mix in a bunch of rain, no bike riding, and lack of human contact…and BOOM.  The cannon simply blows up.

Not sure where to go from here.  I guess I can do nothing more than take one day at a time.  I got back on my bike yesterday and pedaled my guts out for 1.5 hours…and it felt good.  Problem is, I can’t be on my bike 100% of my day, so I have to find a better way to manage my stress.

Insert random, last minute crit race here.  This weekend.  Should be interesting.



Hello, my name is Megan, and I overreact….a lot.  I’m passionate.  I’m feisty.  I’m stubborn.  I’m tough on the outside, super soft and sensitive on the inside.  I don’t like it, but I’m stuck with it.  My little peanut heart.

Good thing I like peanut butter.

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