One of the things that I most love about running is its monotony that allows my body go on autopilot while my mind reaches new places of revelation, discovery, or just peace. Running is my tangible daily reminder to just keep going. There are days when I don’t want to finish my runs, when I
STEPPING FORWARD.
Sometimes when I start a run I don’t know how I will finish it. This morning I bounded out of bed and onto the street to get in a quick six-mile jaunt before starting my day officially. I hadn’t eaten breakfast (shame on me), it was cold outside and my iPhone wasn’t charged so I
DYNAMICALLY RIDICULOUS LIVING.
My boyfriend and I ran the Marine Corps Half Marathon today, dressed like Batman and Robin. I have never been a particular fan of Batman, but, boys being boys, it was my boyfriend’s idea to run as the Dynamic Duo. Even though I explained to Brandon that this race was not in fact a costume
TEST YOURSELF.
Test yourself from time to time, for you might surprise yourself with growth that you didn’t even know had happened within you. My personal greatest athletic challenges are mental ones, stemming back from a childhood athletic career with just as many roller-coaster highs as pit bottom lows. In short, my current coach works proactively with
A JOIE DE VIVRE RUN.
If you saw someone running in the dark last night, it was probably me or someone like me. After all of the presents were unwrapped, dinner and dessert ravished, and time with loved ones was just so wonderful, I couldn’t but help myself than to sneak away in silence for a hour. Sometimes I find
PAINFUL PLEASURE
Pain is a funny thing. No one wishes it upon themselves, but life isn’t life without it. I just spent the past three hours doubled-over from unexplainable stomach spasms; the pain was paralyzing and excruciating. I typically get one of these “attacks” once a year and they always bring to me to tears, making me
25 MPH WITH JINGLE BELLS
Our lives move at a constant 85 mph. It is a pace of life that is adulated by American society for its efficiency, productivity, and ability to “do it all” in one day. The sad truth is that 85 mph is a speed which prevents us from really living. Someone told me this weekend that
TALK TO ME, FAIRY GODMOTHER
Earlier today, I was desperate for a visit from my Fairy Godmother. Track practice this morning had left me with an injured hip and an inability to walk, run or even move without sharp, shooting pains. I spent all afternoon wondering when it would heal and looking for an answer for an immediate fix. Being impatient by nature, I wanted to