Category: running

By the Light of the Moon

The bright moon hung suspended in the lavender sky by an invisible wire, spotlighting the rolling farm tapestries of gold and green.  And as my body floated down the winding roads on happy legs, my heart swelled with the magic of this beautiful evening scene, and I released gasping, tearful sobs of joy in the third mile. The rest was just a lovely dream, … Read More By the Light of the Moon

The Mile

Gosh, I haven’t written here in so long I feel like a complete stranger to my own blog. I’ve been exhausted. My weekly training mileage is getting extremely challenging; to find the time is maybe more difficult than finding the energy.  A 4:30 alarm is about the earliest I can stomach, and even that doesn’t always leave me room to get to work on … Read More The Mile


It’s race week, and it started off with an incident-free Boston Marathon.  I wasn’t upset not to be there, but of course it brings up all the ghosts of last year’s attempt to qualify, which ended with an ambulance ride to the finish line.  I sure don’t want to do that again. I’m still fine-tuning my strategy.  I will not be shooting for a … Read More Tick-Tock

Let it be Love

Easter Sunday.   I started the day with an 8-mile slow run through the Spring countryside with turned fields and blossoms galore.  The local apple orchard presented its annual plethora of yellow daffodils that line the streets like a crowd waiting for an Easter parade.  Clumps of forsythia scattered throughout the farm added to the sea of bright yellow happiness.  The scents of hyacinths … Read More Let it be Love

Life After Death

Yesterday’s 20-mile run both invigorated me and squeezed out every ounce of energy I had.  I lived and died in those 3 1/2 hours. The first 13 miles were golden.  My legs flew faster than they should have, but I allowed it because of the freedom and confidence it brought to my soul.  I am ready to face this race.  I was lit up … Read More Life After Death


Today was a very good day.   I slept in, after dreaming about running this morning’s 5k and forgetting it was a race.  I then raced the real race and I was pretty happy with the results.   Some primping appointments and one-on-one time with a couple of the kids, and today felt like it was a week long.  Now here I am, snuggled … Read More Quickie

Dare to Live

Perfect and bulletproof are seductive, but they don’t exist in the human experience. We must walk into the arena, whatever it may be – a new relationship, an important meeting, our creative process, or a difficult family conversation – with courage and the willingness to engage. Rather than sitting on the sidelines and hurling judgment and advice, we must dare to show up and let ourselves be seen. … Read More Dare to Live


The waves wash over me and pull me down under until I can barely breathe.  I’m drowning in happiness and I’ve never felt so alive.  Is it ever too much?  Can you choke to death from joy that squeezes every last drop of sadness from you, leaving nothing but exhilaration and a pounding heart?  Perhaps it is like running long…  All the hurt and … Read More Magic

Run On… Be Still

Anyone who runs long distances can tell you that we get an awful lot of concerned questions and probably a lot of sarcastic sympathy for our crazy, fucked up obsession.  And still, we run. What do I have to prove?  It’s not about proving anything.  It’s about being my best me – only for me.  It’s about trying my hardest.  It’s about not being … Read More Run On… Be Still

Thoughtful Running

The sky was grey and full of winter.  The air was still and cold. I decided to try an old route I haven’t seen since last Spring – a 17-mile quiet stretch of countryside with gentle rolling hills and a section of dirt road that is my little secret. The first 6 miles kept me interested with a busy mind reviewing recent events and … Read More Thoughtful Running

Sunday Mourning

This morning I ran 15 miles through the frozen countryside.  The farmlands were brilliant at dawn with a fresh wisp of new snow atop the glacial remains of all the storms before.  All but the first and last 4 miles were treacherous ice and snow, and my mind was as exhausted as my body at the end from concentrating so hard on not falling. … Read More Sunday Mourning

Just Weight

My life has done a 180 since I first started Unwritten about 7 1/2 years ago.  On New Year’s Eve, I spent some time looking back through the years of posts and recalling those moments now documented on an internet blog.  It’s been a crazy ride.   But underneath all the excruciating pain of days gone by, I think I always believed I would … Read More Just Weight