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The thing I dreaded most
I’m not sure if I made it clear in any of my previous posts, but I have arrived in Virginia for the summer with our two kids and no husband. He’s still finishing up his work in Minnesota, and the kids...
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32 minutes of work for one minute of silence
This is what it sounds like in my head when I go for a run. 00:13 Jesus Christ it smells like cow shit. 00:42 I’ve still got goosebumps. I knew I should have worn running tights. 00:57 That was...
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My reward for exercising on vacation
Last night, after drinking rum drinks all afternoon, I announced to my husband, “I’m going for a run in the morning.” I rubbed my bloated belly. I packed everything I need for running – shoes,...
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We bribed our son to exercise
I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but we bribed our son to exercise. My husband came home from work the other day to find the kids still in their pajamas, racing up and down the stairs whooping and...
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¿Come se dice “kickass” en español?
I was planning to run my first bike/run combo today, which is called a “brick” in triathlon lingo, because your legs feel like bricks when you try to run after riding a bike. But when I checked the...
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What matters now
What matters now is the sun. It is out, is is warm, it is shining on the days and I want to walk in it. As I age, running hurts. It hurts my joints, it hurts my shins, it hurts my lungs and my throat....
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