Tag menopause
Your blood tests are normal. Your x-rays look great. I have nothing here to base a diagnosis on. We ran all kinds of tests and there’s nothing abnormal to see. How ironic that a year ago I wrote about being… 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 →
No way! I thought in disbelief when I saw the time for mile 6 displayed on my watch. 9:09! No doubt about it — those last 2 miles were exhilarating. I had decided to push myself at the end of… 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 →
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 →