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Many Stories, One Movement
On a journey? Then you belong here. Every woman has a story, and Fellow Flowers is the space for sharing them. We started as a group of women training for a race, and ended up running ourselves into a nationwide movement. Now, we’re a virtual sisterhood united through story, strength, celebration, and one powerful symbol—the flower we wear as we pound the pavement. Over 30,000 women have joined Fellow Flowers so far (and a few supportive men, too). Now it’s your turn to put your best foot forward. You can do it—we know, because we did. And we’ve got your back. Learn More
 
So, What’s with the Flower?
The flower you wear gets to the heart of why you run. We have 13 different colors, each offering important messages that fuel the purpose behind your miles and workouts. By wearing it, you gain the opportunity to honor your own story while connecting with other women owning theirs. We all run our own race in life and on the pavement, but the flower lets us find fierce friendships and encouragement along the way. Learn More
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Stories, Style, & Inspiration from the blog

on lighting matches to crazy dreams

I spent this past weekend tracking one of my closest friends as she raced the Marquette Marathon, and really, chased a dream she’s been working toward since 2016. Amy is my definition of resilience and strength and basically anything else that represents determination. I was clinging to my phone all morning and grateful for good

are you the arrow or the ocean waves?

I ran a 10-mile race on Saturday. Completely unplanned. Spur of the moment. No goal in mind. I woke up Saturday morning with a capable, prepared and ready body where running a 10-mile race felt like an invitation. Even with my hubby out of town and three soccer games staring me down, I had a window

It’s probably you.

It’s probably you. I know you want to place it out there. I know you want to blame something or someone. I know you want to justify inaction with unfair circumstances. I know. But maybe that resistance you’re feeling is because facing change is hard. Maybe that anger you’re feeling is about a boundary you