Tag womens running
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 →
Don’t you love it when you’re hit over the head by reminders of how your body is aging and changing? Like the engine light that suddenly comes on, followed by every other warning light on the dashboard. Do you just… Continue Reading →
Along the journey to an audacious goal, hurdles and setbacks threaten to derail us, often provoking doubt in our progress and abilities. The fear of such obstacles often prevents me from aiming high (or even at all). Ironically, the hurdles… Continue Reading →
Not gonna lie. That run really hurt. In fact, the whole week hurt. The only other day I managed to run was Tuesday, which ended up being a six miler, despite my skepticism I’d even be able to manage three…. Continue Reading →
“Research shows the most profound learning happens when we’re challenged…” Steve Magness. This week was the official start of my half marathon training, and let’s just say — I had many opportunities to test the validity of that quote. The… Continue Reading →
Time to celebrate because last weekend I finally logged a double digit run! My 10 miler on Sunday is the farthest I’ve run since March 12, 2023 when I ran the Celebrate Life half marathon. That race was my “prove-to-myself-I-can-come-back-from-long-Covid-and-pericarditis”… Continue Reading →
The year 2024 brought countless lessons my way. The first thing I discovered was how certain foods affect my body. After embarking on a raw vegan diet in September of 2023 to reverse my supposed lupus, I spent the latter… Continue Reading →
Ahhh… I feel like a teenager again! Except it’s totally not what you think. I wish I was referring to reclaiming the energy of my childhood and the lack of adult responsibilities. Unfortunately, it’s because the PMS symptoms of my… Continue Reading →
All my husband did was ask when I’d be ready to leave for the gym. So why did I burst into tears and insist he go without me? Where did the wave of discontent and despair that overwhelmed my body… Continue Reading →