It was a tough night. NOT like those nights when BoBo was an infant, and I was working long 12 hour night shifts in the pediatric ICU - to come home to my sleep deprived husband - who was just waiting for me to arrive so that he could head off to … [Continue reading]
Pace Check
I started my run out a little faster than race pace. I kept trying to back down the pace as I ran along on the sidewalk with the oncoming traffic to my right. By the time I turned right and was heading towards the foothills, my current pace was … [Continue reading]
The Scrimmage
I’ve grown used to the idea of BoBo playing football. The summer of conditioning and practice has helped prepare me for the season. I guess my mind was in “conditioning” so to speak. It was more curiosity then fear that I was feeling as I drove to … [Continue reading]
Piglet-like rambling
Do you remember the Winnie the Pooh story about when Piglet Meets a Heffalump. It is so funny. Poor Piglet gets so flustered that he begins rambling incoherently. "Help, help!" cried Piglet, "a Heffalump, a Horrible Heffalump!" and he scampered … [Continue reading]
I finally did it
I have no idea why, but the act of registering for a race has a way of changing things. I know it. It's a fact. For this very reason, I don't usually get far into training without registering the event. In fact, I am usually registered by the … [Continue reading]