I started my vanlife adventure on a farm in Virginia to learn about agriculture. Each day began with taking care of cows–well, calves, to be more specific.
Piper is a remarkably adaptable dog. Most days, especially since March 2020, the middle-aged hound spends her days at home, napping on the couch, sunbathing in the yard, and chairing the local chapter of the Squirrels Are The Enemy club. She joins me on a few runs or walks each week and the occasional weekendContinue reading “9 Years With My Ideal Friend”
The older I get, the less I force my body to conform to my brain’s norms. So I’ll be here, on the couch, until I feel like running again.
Before last week, I didn’t know National Girls and Women in Sports Day (NGWSD, for short obviously) was a thing. I missed sharing the appropriate photo(s) to social media (I’ve been in a social funk recently), but I took most of the week to reflect on what I would have posted if I had feltContinue reading “Inspried by Women”
The entire first turn was ice. Runners gingerly stepped across while warming up, not willing to risk a fall or injury. Part of me hoped everyone would opt for a tempo run instead of a track workout; in my head, that would have been easier to accomplish. My daydreams of an “easy workout” were interruptedContinue reading “I can do hard things”