The Delaware Easter Bunny

Cherry Blossom 5k in Wilmington, Delaware 9:30am on a Saturday. This was a blah race. Not because anything bad happened but because nothing happened. I didn’t run faster or harder or grow stronger. I didn’t make friends or enemies or intentionally trip the sorority girl running in a hot pink tutu and “i run for […]

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Flowers, Friendship & Functional Fitness

This week, my last week at my little flop house in Florida, I took a much needed break to rest my body and my mind (heavy emphasis on the mind.) But not running a USATF road race doesn’t mean I can watch the Bridget Jones trilogy eating Ben & Bernie & Jerrys. I had crap […]

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Louisiana

3 races, 3 states, 40 hours. MS/AL/LA Louisiana — 8:30am on a Sunday My flight left New Orleans Sunday at 10:45 AM. The race was 20 minutes away and started at 8:30am. I knew three things. First, I needed to RUN LIKE THE WIND. Second, a photograph was going to be the only proof I would […]

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Alabama

3 races, 3 states, 40 hours. MS/AL/LA Alabama — 6pm on a Saturday Holly and I left Mississippi and drove a few hours to Orange Beach, Alabama. A few hours in the car after a road race running OVER A BRIDGE means sore, aching hips. (I was equipped with sturdy birthing hips which feel neither particularly […]

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Mississippi

3 races across 3 states in 40 hours. MS/AL/LA. The DEEP south.(check back for. Alabama and Louisiana.) Mississippi — 8am on a Saturday My alarm went off at 5am. My dear hostess Holly PONIED UP and drove me 20 miles along the Gulf Coast to my first race in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. It was a […]

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Georgia – Guns, Revivals and a Cracker Barrel

Valdosta, Georgia. 8am on a Saturday. I drove 5 hours into the night so I didn’t get to fully appreciate the Florida to Georgia highway. In the morning I was able to view it in all its glory. Here’s the highlight: Billboards. So many billboards. In a 5 mile stretch you can buy a gun, sell a […]

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Florida. Roll with it.

Sarasota, Florida. 10am on a Saturday. I wasn’t suppose to run in Sarasota. I was supposed to run in Melbourne. But life happens. I was supposed drive my parents across the state. We had a lunch date with one of our favorite cadets from the class of ’89, spend the night with one of our […]

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