Today, I was supposed to be running 13.1 miles, my first ever half-marathon. It was a day I had trained for months for, booked hotels for, packed and planned and packed and planned for. It was a day I had been looking forward to for a very long time, a goal I had set to…
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Run, Forrest, Run
Last night, as the sun waned and darkness approached, ever earlier in the wake of the dreaded daylight savings time, I pulled on my sweatshirt and gloves and slipped out of the front door. Relaxing into a run after a brisk warm-up walk, I marveled at the freedom in my body. Remembering how, just four…
10 Miles or Bust
One week. That’s it. One week is all that separates me from the day that my life will change forever. The day I will attempt to run 10 miles. Now before you start thinking that I’m all one of those fit and trim moms, allow me to set the record straight. I am in no…
Why I Run
I am a runner. Wait…what’s that? What is that sound? Is that…stifled laughter? Perhaps you need to excuse yourself and grab a glass of water. Don’t laugh at me. So I don’t look like a typical runner. So my legs are short and stubby. So my upper half resembles Winnie-the-Pooh bear. So I could be…