I am a runner. Sometimes I don’t think I am because I’m not the fastest runner. But I’ve been told that speed doesn’t matter. If you lace up your shoes…
She has been looking for the light lately. There have been mostly shadows following her and a heavy blanket of futility draped over her lately. A change of scenery inspired…
Happy Tuesday! Or Monday 2 as I’m calling it this week. The weeks are dragging on because…I’M NOT ON SPRING BREAK YET. *breathe* Thank you for letting me get that…
It’s been fourteen weeks and five days. That’s 2,472 hours since she last put on her running shoes. 103 days of frustration. After all this rest, her hamstring should have…
She Ran the Bluegrass. It was supposed to be difficult, a rollercoaster of hills. But she kept keeping on. Never slowing and power blooming in her bones with every passing…
She Ran the Bluegrass. It was supposed to be difficult, a rollercoaster of hills. But she kept keeping on. Never slowing and power blooming in her bones with every passing…
I wake them up on late afternoons or early Saturday mornings before dawn. They travel sidewalks and streets, swerving around people and careful of cracks and tiny brown piles. They…
She ran this weekend. But it was different. It was the first time since those awful days of spring that she hadn’t wanted to quit midway through a race. The…
The runners bounced around, shivering in the thirty-degree weather, when the rainbow appeared. She snapped a photo with her iPhone. No need to search for the pot of gold. Remembering…
First Half. First 10-K. First marathon. A strained Achilles. Getting passed by a grandma. New PR. Best race ever. Miserable run. The one I ran by myself. Separately they all…
This is my little sister. She’s not so bad after all. Now Mom and Dad don’t notice my messy room. I had a dream last night that when we’re older,…
(*Last weekend I ran a half-marathon and set a PR. This is the transcript of my internal monologue. I’m not sure it answers the question Why do I run? but…
For six weeks I won’t be able to run. It makes me sad. Running shoes…parting is such sweet sorrow/That I shall say goodbye ’til it it be January’s morrow. Parting…
The hills were alive with the sound of heavy breathing and running shoes. My love of running started when I was a dejected 22-year-old living in Palo Alto all alone…