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All right you Running Mamas let’s talk some business. Fall is here. Forget autumn foliage. Forget pumpkin spice lattes. Forget Old Navy pullovers. The best part of fall is running. No more trespassing through lawn sprinklers to fend off heatstroke. Glory!!! Nothing beats a chilly run. I love seeing my breath as I lace up my [...]
My running partner, Jerri, and I have gotten very close in our three years of yapping running together. Things between us got honest right away, since we both have unflattering mucous habits during exercise. You can’t put on airs while hocking and blowing phlegm every quarter mile, and we settled for intimate friendship over mutual disgust. Recently, we decided to use our [...]
After a few more weeks of pure baby devotion, I slowly went back to running. Once I could rest, I saw that I wasn’t completely starting over. My legs felt sore, but my lungs hung in pretty well. I sputtered along as Emily’s half-hearted, second-rate running partner though our schedules were different now. Emily needed [...]
Obviously, there’s the birth, which is no spa pedicure. Toby’s was light years easier than his brothers would be two years later. I was induced in the morning and he arrived at 2:05 under the covering of the single greatest breakthrough in modern medicine: a la epidurale. Emily was greasing up the wheel bearings on [...]
Emily would not go down without a fight. She was intensely devoted to my pregnancy fitness. It was my first baby and my head floated in a cloudy plain somewhere between neurotic jubilation and maternal fantasy (when I wasn’t dry-heaving on the front lawn). Emily however, was googling specialty workout ideas and buying prenatal Yoga [...]
I didn’t run by myself for long before word got out that I was “on the market.” Runners are notoriously savage at capturing one another for training partnerships. I didn’t know Emily at all before she cornered my husband at church and claimed me. Greg warned that she might be a touch faster. I figured [...]
It was iliotibial band syndrome. Just an overuse injury caused by a tight, irritated muscle on the outside of my thigh. (I, along with half of all runners, am an expert on this injury so feel free to e-mail questions about it!**) The only cure was complete cessation of all running. Running is spiritual. It [...]
And that was good. It was a slow death. I decided to train for a marathon. A group from church was doing the Houston HP, and it seemed like the perfect diversion from my sulking self-absorption. I paid the entry fee and immediately increased my mileage. Four and six miles morphed into eight, ten, and [...]
We moved in June. Sold the cute house. Quit the jobs. Said goodbye to Melissa. Left my family and friends. And off we went to the little town in Texas where Greg would be youth pastor of Toby’s two-year-old church. A church that formerly held services in a bar. When I crossed the threshold of [...]
Melissa taught at the same elementary school I did. It only took a week’s worth of gossip in the teacher’s lounge for our coworkers organize a running partnership for the two of us. I was the youngest person on staff, newly married, and almost as qualified to teach as the custodian. She was the mother [...]
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