Tag masters running
Running has always been a part of my life. Memories from running when I was five years old still hold a special place in my heart. Truth be told though, it hasn’t always been positive. But when you run for… Continue Reading →
Why do I feel like a fraud when I associate the word athlete with myself? Because I’m 53? Because I’m much slower than I used to be? Because I don’t compete? Because I’m not specifically training for anything? I haven’t… Continue Reading →
Does your body ever confuse the heck out of you, leaving you wondering what could possibly be going on inside you? It blows my mind how my body feels so different from day to day. It’s wild how one run… Continue Reading →
How do you feel about getting older? What terms or phrases come to mind when you think about someone in their 50s? Golden years? Riding into the sunset? Old age? Senior citizens? Do you envision someone who is slowing down,… Continue Reading →
Have you ever had a day when the thought of working out is unbearable and nothing seems to go right? Thankfully, those days have been few and far between lately – until yesterday. It was one of those days… Continue Reading →
Despite an ongoing battle with lupus, a year ago I said screw it and signed up for a half marathon. My episodes of pericarditis (inflammation of the lining of my heart causing chest pain and fluid buildup) were under control… Continue Reading →
When all is said and done this summer, we will have spent seven weeks traversing the US driving through 21 states racking up thousands of miles on our RV. People will likely ask us (because they did last summer) about… Continue Reading →
Running and I go way back — all the way back to the early 70’s when I was five years old. One of my earliest running memories is competing in the 100m dash and long jump at summer track meets… Continue Reading →
The Celebrate Life Half Marathon is only a few days away, and despite being in no shape to go run 13.1 miles, I’m surprisingly excited! Typically I would never enter a race knowing I was only capable of running half… Continue Reading →
I’ll be the first to admit that I hate being an Empty Nester. The house is too quiet, there’s less toothpaste on the bathroom walls (which for some strange reason makes me sad), the dog sits outside their rooms with… Continue Reading →