January Wrap-Up: Book Reviews and Recommendations

January felt like a marathon. Not the kind of marathon that you're proud of, that you trained for. Rather, the kind of marathon you forgot to train for so your hip hurts by mile 8, and by mile 13 you're in so much pain that you're cursing yourself, your decision to not train, and the fact that you decided to run in the first place. The kind of marathon where you celebrate crossing the finish line only because it means you never have to run again.