Tag running in my 50’s
Never again will I sign up for a 5K. That was my stance on running local 5K races for the last 15 or so years. I’ve possessed zero desire to fork over anywhere from 20 to 40 bucks (entry fees… Continue Reading →
Do you buy into the mindset that you need to earn your Thanksgiving feast? The day after a gluttonous meal do you work out extra hard as a form of penance to relieve your guilt? Perhaps you are like me… Continue Reading →
Summer is my favorite time of year. I yearn for it all winter and choke back nostalgic tears when it’s over. No other time of year is brimming with as much adventure, family fun, and hours upon hours of exposure… Continue Reading →
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 →
We did it! I’m so proud and happy that the goal I’ve been dreaming about for the last five years has finally been realized. The weather was basically perfect in the 60s and cloudy for most of it, before the… Continue Reading →
Prior to sharing my fundraiser link on social media, I received $300 in donations thanks to a friend who had privately shared the link. That was the first moment that got me pumped up to run because I realized people… Continue Reading →
Less than a week until I try to conquer 55 km in celebration of my 55th birthday. Not gonna lie, I’m freaking out just a little on the inside. I’m trying to remain all calm , cool and collected, but… 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 →
After crossing the finish line of the Two Rivers Half Marathon last weekend, I was thrilled about my time, but more excited to ask my dad about my son, Bryce. I was certain he had won the race so I… Continue Reading →