“How long do you think you will be out there?” my husband asked me the morning of the race. As I talked to him on the phone, a flurry of a...

"No marathons in 2017," I told Mark. Marathons are too much work. They take too much training. They make me too cranky. And with...

I like to think of it as an interest but others might call it an obsession but lately I've found myself watching hair videos on YouTube....

When Mark and I were planning our trip to Florida (with stops in Cincinnati and Atlanta), I had grand plans to take fancy boutique classes, ...

It was a snow storm. Post after post that appeared on my Facebook feed on Saturday was about the miles my running friends logged that mornin...

I didn't expect much out of 2015 – at least when it came to running. The year was going to be about family. Silas was due (and born) i...

It was the "Train Like A Mother" Finish It plan that first introduced me to the negative split. I was following the schedule as I ...

Via Voxer {one of my favorite apps ever}, I listened to my BFF work out the math to hit 100 miles for October. "Five on Tuesday, 3 on...

I was a mile into my run and already dripping. From my brow, my cheeks, my arms as they flapped in the stale air. I tried to wipe my face wi...

July 1. That was going to be the day – the day I began training and the day I documented it my Believe journal. I bought my journal ...

Friends! It's been so long and there's been so much I've wanted to share. Rather than try to catch up with beyond late recaps (s...

What would you be willing to try to see progress or get relief? "Check this out," my friend wrote. "I've been trying...

Limping out of the office, two things were abundantly clear: • I forgot to put on deodorant that morning. Apparently basic hygiene becomes...

Wednesday started out like any other Wednesday. I got the boys fed and Miles ready for daycare. I reviewed my music for barbell class and ...

OK, friends. It's time to gather round for a little story. So settle back with a cup of coffee ... or a cocktail. It's after noon an...

It takes 21 days to make a habit but, for me, it has taken far less time to fall back into my winter running routine. Treadmill, tread...

I'm a little late to the party but I thought I would link up with Miss Zippy to share my year in running — and maybe a few other things...

Seventeen hours, give or take, in a car. With my husband. And my toddler. If the prospect of driving to Colorado was not daunting enoug...

On Saturday, I ran the Gingerbread Pursuit, a 4-mile event that is the last track club points race event of the year. I throw up the pe...

I was tired. Grumpy, even. I moved with apathy and fatigue. Even the sight of my beloved BRF failed to bring a smile to my face. I blamed th...