When one mile is more about clearing the mind than logging the distance The past couple of weeks have been a blur—work’s been wild, the dog had his neuter surgery, and my workouts vanished faster than my clean laundry. I finally squeezed in a … [Continue reading]
What would you say if I told you I’m writing a book? A memoir, actually. As many of you know, my story first began here—on this page—many years ago. Now it finally feels like the right time to gather those fragments together and shape them into … [Continue reading]
Back in the spring, not long after the Boston Marathon, I found myself scrolling through the Boston Athletic Association’s charity listings. I clicked through page after page of logos until one stopped me: the Make-A-Wish Foundation, Massachusetts … [Continue reading]
I fumble with the safety pins as I fasten my race bib to my yellow singlet. I feel my stomach twist and flutter inside while I wait for Cindy to arrive. She is the reason I am doing this 8K race. It will be her longest race since her stroke 7 years … [Continue reading]
Teeth bared, tails wagging, and playful growls now fill the quiet void of my mornings. I sip my coffee and watch them as if referreeing a sporting event. As I relax into this morning routine, I turn my gaze to other things while listening for the … [Continue reading]