The Older Not the Wiser
The year she turned 60, my mother shared running wisdom with me. It was on the eve of the 2007
Running, Cycling: Pour la Vie
The year she turned 60, my mother shared running wisdom with me. It was on the eve of the 2007
“To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be
For about 3 hours every year in the fall, a 250-acre secluded private property of woods, creeks and rolling hills
In a wet, sweaty embrace, I felt the weight of my father on my shoulders. We had crossed the finish
In a July blog entry, I wondered whether I would be able to turn an old cruise ship into a
I’m not prone to crying. At the Boston Marathon this year, I came very close to tears — twice.
Another spring, another Boston Marathon, my fifth in six years. The same obsessive anxieties over the minutia
Running is more than a sport to me. It’s a way of life as engrained in my daily routine as
It was sunny when I finished the Boston Marathon. I stopped my watch and walked, congratulating runners around
I’m just a runner. I don’t know what it feels like to be a mother who loses a son, a