I was standing at the finish line when he crossed it. It was December 1, 2020, a cold and windy Connecticut afternoon, and I was wearing a mask - because, of course, I was; it was that year. He had just run 3,255 miles across the country. Ninety-four days. San Francisco to the Connecticut shoreline. And I was right there, close enough to touch him, beaming behind a piece of cloth, watching him run toward the water with his crew chief while news cameras rolled. I didn't exist

I'm writing this little blog post because I didn't want to let a 5-second locker-room comment take up space or overshadow a reason to celebrate.

My long, winding, broken - but healing - relationship with running Early Miles - My first encounter with “good pain” and “bad pain.” My relationship with running started in 2002. At 30, I was a new mom looking for the best way to squeeze exercise into a busy schedule. I’d always defaulted to cycling, but I knew that jumping on the bike involved a bit more planning and equipment, i.e., more time than just throwing on shoes and running out the front door. Running was the obviou

This post reflects on Shan’s 3000-mile run across the country in 2020. It’s a quick overview of the 4 months we were apart, with a peek...

I write this as I enter week 3 of fractured tibia recovery. I am feeling slightly better. Good things are happening in my body. I'm moving from the inflammatory to the reparative stage of bone healing. This is when the blood clots that form at the site of the fracture are replaced by something called a callus. A callus is a mass of mesenchymal stem cells that will differentiate into cells called chondroblasts and osteoblasts, the primary players in the formation of cartilage

~ On June 17, 2024, I broke my leg while slalom skiing ~ I'm starting this series of blog posts to document my recovery journey - which I am reframing as focused training for my first official marathon . I had planned to run the 2024 Hartford Marathon with Shan, but obviously, that's not happening. I'll shoot for something in 2025 - maybe the Hartford Marathon or maybe something different. Either way, my "focused training" will simply be a typical marathon training plan with

I consider myself an atypical mom. I swear like a sailor, I answer to "dude" or "bro", I appreciate 12-year-old boy humor. When they were...