Where I fast forward 72 hours to my next marathon

In 72 hours, I’ll start. Left foot, right foot, left foot right foot. My playlist hasn’t been set yet. My strategy will be the same as ever: just get to the end. Keep going. Two years ago, if you had told me that I was staring down my third marathon, I’d truly have laughed at… Continue reading Where I fast forward 72 hours to my next marathon

Where I say “whoops” after looking at the calendar

This weekend was, basically, the last weekend for a “long run” before the marathon. So, naturally, we got about a foot of snow while the calendar still read “October,” and running in a wintery mix is not exactly what I wanted to do. So, I bag a run on Saturday and then, against my better… Continue reading Where I say “whoops” after looking at the calendar

Where I ponder where “Crazy Schedule” turns to “Actual Crazy”

When I close my eyes, I can swear I hear Patsy Cline’s singing. Every now & then I post about my schedule, and people claim that they wish that they had my energy, or that they don’t understand how I do everything I do. Then there are spells like what I’m going through. This weekend… Continue reading Where I ponder where “Crazy Schedule” turns to “Actual Crazy”

Where I reminisce about my grand-dad while thinking about the opera

I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about my grandfather lately. Maybe it’s because it was recently father’s day. Maybe it’s because I really think he’d get a kick out of holding my children. Maybe it’s because of recent conversations where we cherish each & every old picture from our grandparents . . .… Continue reading Where I reminisce about my grand-dad while thinking about the opera