Recent Posts by Deanna Verbouwens
The other day I went to minor league baseball game with my family to see my nephew play the National Anthem with his school band. My entire side of the family attended the game (5 sisters, three brother-in-laws, 7 cousins, 1 father-in-law, 5 friends) because seriously we're not sure if there will be another time we'll get to see our nephew on a minor league baseball field playing the trombone - exactly.
The stadium is small, clean, not too overwhelming and certainly child friendly - the typical stadium layout of the minor league teams that play across the United States. We arrived early...
I was applying my make-up yesterday morning (what little I wear), trying to get out the door, shooting orders like a drill sergeant at the boys to get their back-packs packed, brush their teeth, and get jackets on - when I noticed out of the corner of my half-eye lined eye that my littlest bugger was looking up at me, one hand on his hip, the other pointing at me as if he was an old schoolmarm ready to scold me.
Knowing that something was about to hit, I turned slowly, with a little trepidation in my voice and said “Yes?”
My little bugger, um bruiser, had something to say. He shook his...
When I train for a race, no matter the distance, no matter if it is a road race, a relay, a fun run, a triathlon my thoughts, my goals, my effort and my training is focused on one thing: The Finish Line.
I train to cross the finish line. I spend weeks upon weeks mentally and physically preparing myself to get to that finish line. The doubt, the questions, the what if’s about my life, my ability, myself are left on the road during my training, it’s where I gain the strength, the solitude, the courage and the confidence to cross the finish line.
The finish line that beautiful finish line...