This weekend I will run my eighth Hartford Half-Marathon, my tenth halffy over-all. After a dismal start to my half-marathoning career at the New Bedford Half-Marathon on a brutal wintry day in 2006, I have learned a lot about myself (and taken two full minutes off my race pace). Here’s a recap of the previousContinue reading >>
Body and Soul
Four summers ago I had a wonderful morning routine. I would rise at dawn and jump on my bike to ride 25 minutes to another neighborhood of the city where I would meet a friend at the local pool and swim laps for about a half hour. Then we’d go to her apartment, eat breakfastContinue reading >>
7 Quick Takes, Volume 10
— 1 — Summer ends now, now, barbarous in beauty… It’s getting to be just about time for a depressed post about how the weather affects my mood, but I just can’t summon the energy to write it. Symptom # 2 of autumn: lethargy. I’m happy for everyone who loves cold evenings and thick sweaters,Continue reading >>
Blood, memories and shame (I can keep running)
I never look behind me when I’m racing. I made that promise to myself during my first half-marathon. Chubby, un-athletic, and clad in bulky winter clothes that didn’t do me any favors, I was terrified to come in last. All I wanted to do was check and see if there was anyone behind me. ButContinue reading >>
The Bargain Women Make (or why my heart won’t let me diet)
I have always been unhappy with my weight. Maybe always is a strong term. Until I got to college I didn’t think much about it, and happily porked out during high school with no one giving me much grief about it, God bless them. When I got to college I turned to a lot ofContinue reading >>
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