Category Archives: Personal

Boston

I round the corner onto Boylston Street and hear the deafening sounds of the cheering crowd. My body is shivering from the quickly changing temperatures and the shock of all that happened over the previous 26 miles. This is the moment I’d envisioned for the past 18 weeks. All the time and the work and …read more →

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I’ll Never Know

I wake surrounded by darkness and she’s gone. . . Again. I fight to remember the details, but they disappear like steam rising off a pond in the early morning hours. The dream is foggy, as if I am watching through barely open eyes. A tiny glimpse, a distant memory, a shooting star flying across …read more →

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Around Here

It’s been quiet in this space for awhile. Me, always confused about the business side of me and the mom-blogger-figuring-it-out side of me. Last week I say to Chad, I think I want to go back to Running Chatter. Why? he asks as if I haven’t said this sort of thing a hundred times before.Shouldn’t my business thoughts and personal thoughts be separate? Just be you, he tells me, all of it is you. Just be you. . . easier …read more →

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March 10

The alarm sounds at 2:30. I hear him shuffling around in the darkness. From my warm, cozy spot in the bed I hear sounds from the bathroom–water running, toothbrush moving, the sound of snow pants being pulled on, the buckling of a belt. On the other side of the room, outside the window, I hear …read more →

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