Yesterday I had a good run – a really good run. It was the kind of run where mind, body and weather all cooperate. The kind of run where you dressed exactly right for the temperature. The kind of run where the only other people out are friendly or have cute dogs (or both). The … Continue reading Next Steps
For the majority of my adult life, I’ve defined myself as a runner in a way that is central to my identity. Running has driven my wardrobe, my diet, my social life. This path has served me well and is the foundation for many of my closest friendships. There’s real value in belonging to a … Continue reading Taking A Different Path
I’ve never met a problem I can’t outwork. .. Challenging deadline? Pour some coffee and buckle down. Committee needs a volunteer? Sign me up. Fitness starting to slip? Register for another marathon. ... When I injured my foot two years ago, I channeled that pain into rehabilitation. Weekend long runs were replaced by diligent lap … Continue reading Unimpressive
Before you read any further, please know that your body is fine. Over the next few days and weeks, every weight loss scam and #fitspo influencer will try to tell you that you need to lose weight, or have a weird low calorie version of pie, or “earn” your turkey before you enjoy it. As … Continue reading Your Body Is Fine.
A little over a month ago I ran my second half marathon of quarentine, and two weeks ago I ran a 10k. I didn’t post about either on Facebook. I’ve been engaging less and less on social media lately, and have hardly been writing at all. The world (and specifically my city of Portland) have … Continue reading Both / And
Tomorrow I run a half marathon. A year ago I couldn’t walk half a block without a cane. A bone bruise took me out of commission last April, and I’ve inched my way back. I spent months working with doctors and physical therapists to identify and solve the problem, and months more seeing glimmers of … Continue reading Virtually There
My wish to run again came true, but perhaps I should have been a bit more specific. I survived the bone bruise. I survived the rehab. I survived hours of physical therapy and countless one-legged squats, and now I can run! Hooray! Except not very well. I’m back on the trail, but it’s ugly. Although … Continue reading Both Sides Now
For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to do more. I joined every club in school, signed up for too many committees at work, and found ways to stretch the limits of what a person can accomplish in 24 hours. I have a tendency to overcommit myself, but the truth is I enjoy … Continue reading Enough
I’m running again. It’s wonderful. I’m slow as ever and turn red faster than usual, but I’m doing the damn thing. That said, rebuilding is a humbling process. Taking a few months off has me back at square one, and starting over is rough. I survived the eight week healing period (which actually ended up … Continue reading Physical Therapy. Physical Torture.
Since getting injured in April, running's role in my life has changed dramatically. I went from intense training to medical visits to rehab and now the slow road of recovery. As much as I would have loved to PR in the Eugene Marathon with "Eye of the Tiger" playing as I crossed the finish line, … Continue reading Tiny Anthem