Exactly one year ago I posted a run on Strava where I admitted in frustration to walking most of the 3 miles because my feet hurt so badly. I remember speaking to my rheumatologist about it and as a result,… Continue Reading →
Lying still on an operating table as the largest needle in the history of the world penetrated my chest in order to drain the fluid that was slowly squeezing my heart to death, shook me to my core. I silently… Continue Reading →
Every year, a memory pops up with a picture from the first 10K that I ever ran with my dad. The heat of the day and exhaustion from pushing myself is evident from the grimace on my face, but I… Continue Reading →
Am I seriously going to run 55K (34.1 miles) in three weeks? To say that I’ve been battling doubts lately would be an understatement. Although, I think it’s a pretty safe bet that no matter how many miles I log… Continue Reading →
How fortunate am I to know so many amazing women who run? It’s crazy because unfortunately, for most of my life I’ve considered other women as competition. Growing up as an athletic tomboy who got her thrills from winning (beating… Continue Reading →
Don’t you love it when you’re hit over the head by reminders of how your body is aging and changing? Like the engine light that suddenly comes on, followed by every other warning light on the dashboard. Do you just… Continue Reading →
Along the journey to an audacious goal, hurdles and setbacks threaten to derail us, often provoking doubt in our progress and abilities. The fear of such obstacles often prevents me from aiming high (or even at all). Ironically, the hurdles… Continue Reading →
The year 2024 brought countless lessons my way. The first thing I discovered was how certain foods affect my body. After embarking on a raw vegan diet in September of 2023 to reverse my supposed lupus, I spent the latter… Continue Reading →
Ahhh… I feel like a teenager again! Except it’s totally not what you think. I wish I was referring to reclaiming the energy of my childhood and the lack of adult responsibilities. Unfortunately, it’s because the PMS symptoms of my… Continue Reading →
All my husband did was ask when I’d be ready to leave for the gym. So why did I burst into tears and insist he go without me? Where did the wave of discontent and despair that overwhelmed my body… Continue Reading →
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