If there’s time…
Every time a runner heads out the door, there is baggage that comes along. Sometimes it is yesterday’s cupcake or a muscle ache from the weekend’s overambitious long run. Occasionally the extra baggage is an overlong “TO DO” list, or the remnants of a stupid family argument. But sometimes the baggage is even heavier. … Read more
I love to run. At least I love it as much as anyone can love doing anything they are bad at. I love it even when my sports bra rubs the skin off my collar bone. I love it while I am lumbering down a hot street and trying to concentrate on increasing the number … Read more
Today I am a trail runner. I am at 10,000 feet but I am not breathless. I struggle up the path in preparation for the run down, determined to make gravity my friend. Trees grow tall alongside the trail. Unfortunately, they do not seem to be the sentient trees of my imagination. I touch their … Read more
I’m trying to recover from a writing injury. This is a slow process. At first, I didn’t realize what kind of injury I had sustained. I thought maybe I had hyperextended my creative muscle and sprained my imagination. I tried healing my injury by feeding it rich nourishing stories, but I couldn’t get it back … Read more