It was a simply gorgeous fall day. The leaves on the oaks were all oranges and yellows in the vibrant blue sky at seven thousand feet as I tied the white laces of my running shoes that morning. I parked my Subaru in the lot with the other Subaru …
I didn’t choose running. Running chose me. I was never a athlete. No one in my family is athletic at all. My eighty five year old grandmother absolutely can not fathom why I have to run eight miles a day. ” No one in our …
I’ve done a lot of embarrassing things in my life. I’ve farted on my chiropractor. I’ve ripped my ass out of my pants at work and not noticed until the end of my eight hour shift. Obviously at the end of my first half marathon I had …
If there is one thing certain with running or any other sport, there will be injuries. Sometimes. I feel like I’m just training in between injuries. But I prefer this, the training, the seven mile runs starting before sunrise to the couch potato feeling I get from sitting on the couch all day …
When I think back to my favorite race ever that would be for sure the time I ran the Red Rocks Half marathon. I did this race with my best friend and it snowed the night before. The mountains outside Las Vegas were beyond gorgous. This however is not that blog. This right here is a …