This is it. 48 hours from now I’ll be mid-race. I can’t decide if I’m nervous, excited or about to throw up. It’s probably equal parts of all three. One moment I’m sure I can do this; I know my zone and once in it, it’s a comfortable place to be. Moments later I doubt… Continue Reading
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The Toronto Women’s Run, and other signs that I’m nuts
It’s now the final countdown to the ½ marathon that I’m running at the end of May and I’ve made some drastic decisions. To start with…umm…I’m running 21.1 freaking kilometers. So that’s pretty drastic. If you sense a note of panic creeping into my tone, you’re freaking right. Holy freak! Now that my breakdown is… Continue Reading
I run to be strong, happy, and for a tight tush. Sue me.
Two years ago this week I began running. It started with a hard look at what I was and wasn’t doing and the realization that I needed to change something. I had passed the 40-year milestone and being out of breath by the time I got to the top of the stairs wasn’t on my… Continue Reading