I guess I've just been reminded in the last few days that the long way has the power to make the race worth running.
I don't race you. I race me. Oh, wait. Let's be honest. If you come up out of nowhere and try to pass me at the finish line - the race is on.
I love running. It keeps me sane and provides all sorts of benefits, but it is the first thing to go when I have to take something off my list in order to get life done. Unless I have a plan.
I'll admit it, even though I'm running the Dumbo Double Dare as part of Team TSA (to raise funds and awareness for the Tourette Association to find a cure for Tourette's Syndrome - check it out!) in just over a month - I have avoided running this summer because I live in Atlanta and it is... Continue Reading →
PUR·VEY·OR : noun- a person or group that spreads or promotes an idea, view, etc, as in "Shannon, Purveyor of Pixie Dust. PIX·IE DUST : noun - a substance or influence with an apparently magical effect that brings great success or luck. Ok, here's the deal. I was going to name this blog 28.4186° N, 81.5811° W, which are... Continue Reading →
So there are lots of reasons why I run and maybe you run for these reasons, too. I like to eat what I want. I like for my clothes to fit. I like a challenge. It let me spend time with my family and friends. It lets me go to Walt Disney World and Disneyland.... Continue Reading →
In honor of everyone making resolutions to get out and run more…this one is an oldie but a goodie. Keep running!
So, it is a cold & rainy morning and I’m going to pick up the race bags for the whole family for this Saturday’s 5K. You see, Don registers us all for a 5k every month. It is fun for the whole family. The only problem is that I have not been very motivated since last month’s 5k to do much running. Oh, I got my excuses: It is cold/raining/ozone depleted outside today. I’m swamped with work/home/life/mindless blogging at the moment. My hips/feet/head/tonsils (so what if they were removed when I was in 2nd grade – ever heard of phantom pain??) hurt.
And, to make matters worse, after the last 5k I was heckled by my running clan that I was a slow runner – despite the fact that I did beat a 5 year old boy who was trying to outrun me at the last minute to the cheers of the onlookers (the little turd
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