I wish I could run every day. As much as I’d love that, my body just won’t have it. I wish I could ski every day. I wish I could bust out a badass flow on my mat every day. My body just won’t have it. My body just isn’t capable of going hard in…
One of the best parts of being an only child is that I learned to LOVE my alone time and doing things by myself. I do love being around people and doing things with my friends, don’t get me wrong. But I love quietly curling up with a book, not having to fight over what…
I find as I get older that my mom and dad were right about so much. Whether it’s safety while out running or that jerk I dated in high school, it all comes back to the advice they gave and the lessons they imparted. So rather than go into the trials of my dating experiences…
There was a brief time when I didn’t run all that much. I ran my way through college, playing club field hockey and running two half marathons. Lifelong knee problems really kicked in my last year of college. The summer before I did a NOLS course, backpacking for weeks in the Lemhi Mountains in Idaho…
I run, so I’m a runner. I think we all have this image that pops up in our minds with the mention of a “runner.” I am not that stereotypical image, that’s for sure. I’m not long and lean (generally no running in a sports bra for me! Hello, tatas!). I don’t run marathons; actually,…
