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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 →
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 →
Do you ever look closely at yourself in the mirror or scrutinize a photo and find yourself being hyper critical of every inch of your face and body? Has your inner dialogue ever sounded something like this — “I hate… Continue Reading →
Last week was a terrible week for running. Every morning my entire body hurt, so it took me forever to get going. My muscles and joints ached. It seemed as if every inch of my body was stiff and sore…. Continue Reading →
I haven’t run a race since 2010, and I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d ever find the motivation to participate in one again. I’ve run my fair share of races, and my mindset for many of them has been overly… 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 →
For most of my life I’ve been obsessively striving to be skinny. In my mind, mainly due to the culture at the time, skinny was synonymous with good. To look good you had to be skinny, therefore that’s what I… Continue Reading →
A poor body image has haunted me since high school. Throughout my childhood and middle school years I was very athletic, skinny and even sported the iconic Dorothy Hamill haircut. As a result, I was often mistaken for a boy…. Continue Reading →