07/19/2026
I almost didn't post this.
Not because of the loose skin.
Because admitting it still bothers me felt harder than showing it.
This weekend I stepped onto the biggest stage of my life and placed third and fourth at Masters Nationals. At 62, I'm incredibly proud of that.
But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed.
I wanted to win.
The last couple of days I've been asking myself why that disappointment hit so hard.
It wasn't really about the placing.
It was about believing that if I worked hard enough, I could control the outcome.
Sometimes we can't.
Sometimes we do everything right, and life still doesn't hand us the result we hoped for.
The best part of the weekend wasn't standing on stage. It was meeting women who came up to me and said they follow my journey. They told me I inspire them.
Meanwhile, I was standing there thinking about the one thing I wish I could change.
Funny how we can become someone else's inspiration while struggling to see our own.
I'm going to keep chasing that pro card. I'm going to keep training, keep growing, and keep showing up.
But I'm done waiting for a trophy to tell me whether my journey matters.
Because only one woman gets to stand in the center.
There are thousands more standing in their kitchens, their gyms, and in front of their mirrors wondering if it's too late for them.
If watching my journey helps even one woman believe she still can...
That's bigger than a title.
Be number one in your own mind.
Then keep showing up.
Tell me... what part of this hit home for you? ❤️