I’m a slow runner. I’ve never broken records, I’ve never placed first in my age group, and I don’t run marathons, but I’m a runner and I love it. I won’t pretend that, at 51 years of age, my body doesn’t complain – it does – but I keep running. Why? Because running teaches me to put one foot in front of the other and to keep moving forward, and in times like these, I need that reminder. Every. Day.Read More
It’s not an exaggeration to say running has changed my life. It has given me peace, time to think, time to heal, strength, confidence, and it has taught me the pride of chasing a goal and achieving it. The fact that I love running has caught no one off guard more so than myself.Read More
One week ago today, I had a nasty accident that left my entire right side badly battered and bruised, and my right wrist broken.
In an instant, all of my Disney dreams went out the window as a surgeon spoke the words I’d already been telling myself but hadn’t been strong enough to speak out loud, “there will be other marathons.”CONTINUE READING