My Cure

My Cure

There’s something in the rhythm of running that just seems to soothe me. Ask any runner; the only thing that really calms me down after a hard or stressful day is a nice, long, solo run. I’ve started running without my watch...

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Putting the ‘pee’ in PR

Putting the ‘pee’ in PR

So now that I’ve had time for my body to recover post marathon and have fully soaked in the joy of that moment, it’s time to get real. Let’s just say joy wasn’t the only thing I was soaked in that day… Yep, I peed my...

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My first 26.2

My first 26.2

Until this very weekend, I never realized the magnitude of your first marathon. Yes, I knew it was a big deal. And yes, I’d heard it was an emotional experience. But I never quite understood the extent of what that really meant or felt...

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Desiderata

Desiderata

I’ve been working on a piece for 3 weeks now, inspired by the vastly insightful Max Ehrmann’s poem Desiderata.  It is an outline of life lessons in poem form. The line “be gentle with yourself”, is important to me first...

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Dog Days of Summer

Dog Days of Summer

I don’t know about you all, but I am done with summer. I never really get into it, truth be told, but this year, the heat has sucked the life out of me worse than usual. I am tired of finishing runs looking like I jumped into a swimming...

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Difficulties Be Damned

Difficulties Be Damned

I finished reading “The Lost City of Z” by David Grann a few days ago. The book is the story of Percy Fawcett, an explorer in the early 1900s, who dedicated his life to mapping and exploring the Amazonian jungle. He risked all he had, his...

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Heartbreak Dreaming

Heartbreak Dreaming

Grandma’s Marathon did not go according to plan. It did not go well, and it was not a particularly fun day. That is the big downside to marathon training. When it goes poorly, it goes poorly for a loooooooooooong time. I was running a nice...

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Running in Houston

When I was younger I never thought of myself as an athlete. So strange– I swam with the boys in Junior high because the girls’ team was more for fun than for working out. I beat some boys, too! By the time I got to high school, Title...

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