I got some news this week. I won't call it bad or sad, though it definitely feels that way. With something like this, you can't real...

Shuffling down Main Street, I looked like I was doing anything but running toward a finish line. A pair of denim jeans hugged my hips and br...

Three sets of clothes, resealable gallon-size bags, two sets of shoes ... we've all read the packing lists from bloggers tackling overni...

It's called the "Jogger" schedule , which, to me, implies novice. But, the plan from the folks at Bourbon Chase looks nothing ...

My Vera Bradley duffel is in the middle of the bedroom floor. Fall/winter running clothes have been pulled and tossed from the storage conta...

Currently training for: Muncie Mini Marathon, Fort4Fitness Double Play, the Bourbon Chase The dining room armoire. That's where I fou...

It's official. I'm training. With a legit plan. OK. I take the legit part back. It's a mish-mash plan that I made myself to get ...

"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" Cap'n asked. The news. I want the news – no games, I replied. It's mean to ...

There are lessons with every step, with every mile. And the Bourbon Chase was no different. The 200-mile journey was full of learning op...

This is the true story of 14 (mostly) strangers, who chose to sit in a couple vans, run together and have their legs jacked up, to find out ...

I put gas in the Mazda. I requested three big hugs and two kisses from Miles before leaving daycare. I have a stack of maps printed (never t...

I used to read books. Once upon a time, you know. Chick lit and memoirs (ah, Jen Lancaster, I love you). I sometimes got into historical boo...

There are times when you just need  to run, when you need  a race. You need the miles, the pavement. You need to breathe hard, to find space...