Category: Running

Sunday Night Check-In: Running, Raspberries and Rain

We had storms Friday night. Compared to Louisiana storms, this one was mild, but I found myself laying in bed watching the lightning before I fell asleep. Summer storms feel so refreshing to me. I always imagine the atmosphere is releasing pent-up anxiety over…

Beginning Again: Running

It was going to be 84 today, so I set my mind to running first thing this morning. I was on track with my training to run a 10K in May. Of course that was in early March. It would be a matter of…

Listening to What I Need

There is magic in yoga and meditation. Our bodies speak. As we consume life’s traumas and joys, our body takes those in. And as we move creaky joints and lazy muscles, those lessons and memories gently (and sometimes not so gently) stir to the…

The Permission to Be

I ran today. I tentatively started running again a couple weeks ago. I’m not sure what started it, but I do remember driving home from work one evening when I felt it. That familiar urge to move faster than I could walk bubbled up…

Just Call Me The Streak

When I was a little girl, one of our favorite outings was to go to Baskin-Robbins to get ice cream. Now mind you these were the days when the thought of a store offering 32 flavors was mind-boggling. Before Baskin-Robbins arrived in Baton Rouge,…

Ready to RUN!!

This week is the last week of my Fit Camp series. What should have been 12 weeks turned in to 13 when I took a week off in February to vacation in the Upper Peninsula. Reflecting back on why I invested my time, energy…

The Rhythm of a Michigan Winter

There is a rhythm to winter in Michigan. Snow is not an everyday occurrence. In my opinion, every day seems remarkably different in its personality. The temperatures rise and fall, and there are three overarching rhythms that rule our weather. And you need a…

Hitting All My Marks

“Wish me luck,” I said to my coworkers as I was leaving. “I have to run tonight.”  “You are running outside in this?” my coworker said. “Better you than me.” I knew it was cold. I didn’t know it was raining, sleeting and spitting…

Chicago From a Window Seat

A man on the streetcorner amplifies his voice through a bullhorn. “Jesus loves you,” he screams to no one in particular. A taxi horn toot-toots. Shoppers swarm across the bridge wearing dark coats, bright hats and multi-colored gloves as if it’s a uniform. The…

My Trusty Rides

I’m not sure what month I purchased them. Sometime last fall, I committed to running again and walked over to Connected Soles, the running store two blocks from my house. The shoe specialist offered me some choices, and I ended up with a pair…

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