Tag: Marathon

In The Middle

In all reality I’m middle aged. Now I know, at 31, that sounds crazy. But it’s true. I am in the middle. I’m not old, but I’m not young. I’m in the middle. Want to know a secret? The middle kinda fucking sucks. The middle is the hard part. The monotonous part. The part where... Read more »

You Can't Have A Beautiful Future Without One Hell Of A Past

I’ve always been terrified of becoming them. The fear strikes me wholly and completely. I can’t be them. I know what I’m not, but I’m constantly terrified of what could be. Each time I enjoy a glass of wine with a girlfriend, or a sensible vodka soda. When I make plans to see my best... Read more »

Miles Of Meltdowns: What Missing The Chicago Marathon Taught Me

This time tomorrow I should be a finisher of the Chicago Marathon. But I won’t be. Here was my dream scenario: I would train diligently and happily. Months of hard work. I spend today at the expo. Picking up my packet, chatting excitedly with the other women running for GOTR Chicago, buying new gear. I... Read more »

Summertime, Sobriety, Sincerity, and a Couple Side Notes, Too

It’s July 2nd. Already. I don’t know where summer has gone, but it’s gone fast. Summer used to be my favorite time of the year. I still love it for all it stands for, but weather wise? I’m more of an early fall girl. My hair was not cut out for humidity. This week I’ve... Read more »