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Author Archives: livedreamrun
Grief. Loss. Sorrow. Heartache. A big gaping hole in your chest. Call it what you wish, but we can all agree on one thing – it’s painful. Note: this is not one of those Cymbalta commercials. I live my life … Continue reading
It’s been said that, in the most difficult times, you will see the true colors of those you care about. This can be interpreted in both a positive and a negative light, and throughout my life, I have seen both … Continue reading
Starting over. Back to square one. Back to the drawing board. These words can either come in as refreshing and liberating, or provoke feelings of exhaustion and defeat at their mere mention. It all comes down to your perspective, attitude, and above all, how … Continue reading
On November 12, 2011, I ran my first marathon in Richmond, Virginia. America’s Friendliest, to be exact, and believe me, the name speaks for itself, and I can confirm this: they get their name honestly. It was one of the … Continue reading
“You’re not allowed to run.” Some of the worst words a runner could hear. Almost as bad as hearing that your perceived great health isn’t quite what you thought it was. Or learning that something has taken up residence in your body, … Continue reading
Nearly two months have passed since I ran the Pittsburgh marathon and reclaimed my all-time favorite runner’s title: Runner of Steel. I’ve finally climbed down from my post-race Cloud 9 bliss, which begs to be reflected upon. There is a saying that there is nothing like your first marathon … Continue reading
I must say I’ve been one lucky runner when it comes to avoiding injury. I haven’t had a major injury that has set me back for longer than a few weeks. Dear body, please do not interpret this as a challenge.
In one week, I’ll be returning to the Pittsburgh Marathon to reclaim my “Runner of Steel” title. Pumped, pysched, anxious, wired…the list goes on for the emotions racing through my body right now, and so I write to find solace.
Once upon a time, several years ago, after some serious mom nagging pressure, I became a runner. Since then, I’ve fallen in love with the sport, often labeled by friends and acquaintances as crazy, animal, beast, running fool, and many other … Continue reading