Tag archives: running
You know the phrase “it’s like riding a bike,”
which implies that once you learn how to ride a bike, you’ll never forget. Well
it isn’t true.
I was that kid who learned to ride a bike one
summer and had to relearn the next. I was also the kid who took forever
learning to roller skate and the kid who got a ‘D’ in jump roping in
fifth-grade gym class. To be fair, my gym teacher was a complete bitch who
scarred me for life, but that’s a post for another time.
One of my ...
Last week I let a woman who reminded me of my grandmother
get to second base. It was my first time so I was nervous, but she was a pro.
In fact her cheerful manner as she squished my breasts into
the mammogram machine actually may have made the entire experience less awkward
than the first time I was felt up—at age 15.
What made the day even more memorable is that not more than
an hour before my topless experience, I was deep into my first-ever therapy
session. If I had added a colonoscopy to the day, I ...
older we get, the more we must learn to accept that we are who we are. (Am I paraphrasing Popeye?) Like it
or not, our personalities were born the same day we were. The only real
power we have is to make behavioral corrections to compensate for our
what convinced me of this. I recently made changes in my life to reduce my
stress and make me a calmer, gentler person. I wanted to be a mother who was
always patient and kind and willing to play—more like Mother Teresa and less
like Mommie Dearest ...
Today I ran 4.5 miles. It was a shock both mentally and physically. I haven't run more than three miles in more than four years. But today, despite how much I wanted to stay in bed and sleep off my Christmas party wine, I was determined to run the last race of the year put on by the Rocky Mountain Road Runners club that we are in.
Mile one was great: on pace and heart rate low. At mile two, my left knee started to ache. At about two-and-a-half, my left hip was aching. At mile three, I ...
I started running in my mid-30s. I
hated it, but my body was changing and I wanted a physical challenge. When I
finished my first 5K event, on New Year’s Eve, I actually cried; I was hooked.
I became a 5K specialist: just over three miles in just over 30 minutes (yes, I
Unlike most sane people who run
outside, I fell in love with the treadmill. Turn it on, turn up my headphones
and I was lost in my own thoughts. I ran solidly for about two years, until I
was five months pregnant and my ...