My Daughter Says, “I’m Fat”

I am a runner. It defines me. Whether I’m kicking my training plan’s butt or in a running rut, I’m still a runner. So when it comes to my body, I am more into what it does than how it looks. Even so, from time to time when I step on the scale I still critically examine my muffin top in the mirror, and go to drastic measures (like skipping more » Read more

5 Reasons 13 Year Olds Rule 13.1

Tomorrow, my oldest son and two of his friends are running their first half marathon, the Madison Mini Marathon. Admittedly, I am about as geeked out about this as you can possibly imagine.  These boys have trained for 14 weeks for this race.  They ran short, long, easy, hard, hills, heat, cool temps.  They met up to run and navigated their way through camps and family vacations.  They are ready more » Read more

Running Next To Mom: Measuring Yourself Against Women Who Do It All

I’ve been married for 2 years, and my husband and I do not plan on having children. Nope, not ever. I don’t mind spending time with other people’s kids (most days) but I know that I will be content not to have any of my own, and I’m comfortable with the knowledge that I have zero maternal interest or instinct. There is nothing wrong with not wanting to be a more » Read more

Battle of the Spouses

Theodore Roosevelt said, “Comparison is the Thief of Joy,” and that seems particularly applicable when it comes to comparing my running with my husband’s. Every time we register for a race, Mr. Comparison sneaks in my window and helps himself to my stash of joy. I started running almost 10 years before my husband had ever even laced up a pair of running shoes. During our first year of dating more » Read more

Too Many Bucks for the Race Bling?

Last year was a great racing year for my husband and me. We raced in Montana, Arizona, Colorado, and California, and collected some free bling in the form of some shiny new medals. But wait, are those medals really free? Well… no. Consider race entry fees, travel expenses (which can include airfare, gas, accommodations, food), and of course the tech gear and clothing that we all “need” in order to more » Read more

Running out of the Dark

Exciting news first: This single mother runner will no longer be checking the “single” box after July 2015. This gal is getting married! This amazing man of mine and I met while I was training for my first full marathon and commuting 75-miles one way to work. I’m pretty sure he thought I was crazy, but he watched my son while I put in my Saturday morning long runs and more » Read more

Running from Guilt to Gratitude

I consider running to be a healthy distraction, and I like to run while my kids are at soccer practice so that they don’t feel like I’m asking them to work hard for an hour while I sit around in a lawn chair sipping soda pop and cheering them on. I want them to see me working my body, so that they know even when you’re “old” it’s important to more » Read more

Teaching a Non-Runner Hubby to Race!

My husband doesn’t like running, and that’s an understatement. He’s that guy who played sports in high school, and to him, running was punishment for not completing a tackle or kicking the soccer ball off-sides. We runners turn this around to mean we’re hardcore: “Our sport is your sport’s punishment.” Yes, my husband believes that completely:  on a recent 20-degree morning, with ice-covered sidewalks, he thought there was something wrong more » Read more

The Comeback Series Gets Personal

If you’ve been following along with my comeback from having baby #3, at this point you might be wondering what the heck happened to me. I was updating my logs and then I stopped. I alluded to an injury, but never explained what it was. Today I am going to fill you in. Comebacks are not always linear. There are often ups and downs. Setbacks happen and then are followed more » Read more

The Loneliness of the Competitive Running Mom

There are moments when I’m acutely reminded why it’s so unusual for nursing mothers of three small children to attempt to become elite amateur athletes. Is it just me, or is the time of life when we are parents of small children a time when we actually have every excuse in the book for throwing our hands up and surrendering the fight? To quit the hobbies that make us ourselves. more » Read more

All Marathons Have a Backstory

There’s something about marathons and the training that comes with it when you toe the line. I’ve only done one in my life and it was a long time ago. Back then, the story that came with that marathon was that I was a senior in college, looking to do a marathon because it was the thing to do. When I finished, I cried because I didn’t think I could more » Read more

Love and Marriage…and Long Distance Running.

Long distance relationships are hard, but how about long distance running and relationships? When you’ve got to go out for a 3-hour training run on Sunday and miss quality time at home, how do your loved ones feel? For those of you with a partner at home,  does your training provide your mate with much-needed alone time, or does it put distance between you?  I don’t know if it’s because I’m more » Read more

Incorporate a Little Running into Your Wedding Day

It’s Valentine’s Day! But more importantly, I’m getting married in 2 months. Wait. . .I’m getting married in 2 months?!?!?! This whole wedding thing is starting to get very real (and exciting, of course). My fiance Sam and I have tried to make our wedding day uniquely us.  Our family and friends know all about our hobbies, our quirks and our unique personalities, so we feel incorporating such tidbits into more » Read more

Running Infertile: Two Steps Forward, 100 Steps Back

I sit here in front of a warm fire with a hot cup of coffee, trying as hard as I can not to think about today’s double-header workout.  I can manage the cold, trying as it is, but the icy streets and snow-drift-covered track have presented some unique challenges this past training week.  I purposely wrote my recovery week into the Christmas/New Year holiday, which had the decency to coincide more » Read more

It Doesn’t Always Have to Snow In December

December 9th, 2012. Sunday night, 10:30pm to be exact. It’s 50 degrees and raining in Northeast Ohio. James and I slept in this morning. Coach will not be too happy when he finds out we ran this late, again. It’s a long run, too. Long enough that if I don’t find something to talk about right away, I’m not going to last. It will be three years this Christmas. James and I met more » Read more