I almost didn't go.  As I slumped on the couch Tuesday night, worn from my second go-around with a stomach bug, I couldn't see...

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 ...

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...

Thirty days - that's all that separates me from being pushed out of a van on the side of the road in Sandy, Ore., and being told to run ...