Running

I’m alive!  I finished!  And I cut 9 minutes off my time from last year.  I’m glad that I did it, and glad that it’s over.  That just about sums it all up. I will never be one of those people who loves to run, or who is super fast – but I have an…

Have I mentioned that my half-marathon is tomorrow? FREAKING!  OUT!  I am so nervous. After all of my months of preparation, I’m in Nashville for the occasion.  I have Mile High lungs for the lowland race.  I have hundreds of miles of training put in.  And whereas last year, my only goal was to finish,…

In the midst of this move (because a move doesn’t just happen, you know… it is a process that takes place over a period of time – however long it takes, really), I have had hours upon hours to myself.  I think that I am predisposed to handling solitude a lot better than most –…

I am on vacation in Seattle, and my heart is so happy I could cry. Last night, as Greta and I were settling in to go to sleep, she asked if she should wake me up in the morning.  In a moment of Shakespearean inspiration, what I meant to say was, “I’m sure I will…

A childhood friend from my hometown of Montrose, CO, is being featured on Tom Brokaw’s documentary, “American Character Along Highway 50,” which airs tonight at 8/7c on the USA Network.  Watching Jeff’s clip reminds me of just how beautiful western Colorado is – one of those things that I didn’t appreciate until I moved away. …

I love beets.  I really, truly love them.  If I see them on a menu, I will choose beets over almost anything else. My least favorite color is blue.  I don’t hate it, I would just never pick it for anything.  If I were the captain of a kickball team, I would choose red first,…

I don’t even remember where I was, or how I got there – but there I was, cyber-stalking a stranger. Sadly, this is how many of my stories begin. And I came across a random crowd picture of last Saturday’s half-marathon.  Taken by a stranger, and uploaded in another stranger’s account.  A sea of hundreds…

I did it.  And it was the worst best thing I’ve ever done. I have started this post at least a dozen times, and am having a hard time putting into words what happened on Saturday. I could tell you about waking up at 4:30am, and stressing out in a traffic jam on the way…

One of the East Nasties has a bumper sticker that says “Run Happy.” I don’t.  Run happy, that is. Some people are built to run – I am not.  I really do not enjoy running.  Even after dedicating myself for months, pulling myself out of bed every Saturday AND Sunday morning, and watching my mileage…

Yesterday, I experienced true grace. To back it up: last week, I really slacked on my training schedule for the half-marathon – meaning, I ran one time. ONE time! If I am hoping to run 13.1 consecutive miles in a few short months, then I need to keep up with the program. After such a…