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I’ve heard it said a million times that perspective is everything. Although we may not always be able to control our circumstances, we can learn to control how we react to them. I love the way that sounds, but to… 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 →
Over the past two years, I have completely lost trust (although I didn’t have much to begin with) in our traditional medical system. Personally, I’ve been dealing with a myriad of symptoms for two years now. Whenever I talk to… Continue Reading →
A post from two years ago recently popped up in my feed and in it I spoke about how it had been two weeks since my very first diagnosis with Covid. I mentioned how it kicked my ass with exhaustion,… 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 →
Having a chronic illness, with symptoms occurring in unpredictable cycles, has been extremely frustrating. However, despite all the uncertainty and trials, I have taken steps that have been very helpful in dealing with the frustration. I love it because these… 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 →
Do you ever find yourself longing to be young again, running around effortlessly with boundless energy, except this time around with an acute awareness and appreciation for the gift you’ve been given? When I was a kid, I was very… 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 →