Taper? Or fall off a cliff? Conquering the doubt before race time.

With three days until the Philadelphia marathon the nerves have begun to set in for the over 30,000 runners preparing for the weekends three races (or at least they have for me). Everyone is continually asking: “Do you feel ready?”, “Are you excited?”, “Do you have a goal?” “What are you wearing?” My answers…I did,…

One year in baby central

I’ve never done this before, but then again until one year ago I was never an Aunt either. Today, I’m not writing about running or cooking or surprise trips to the doctor’s or even peanut butter (although my supply is running low). Today my adorable, cuddly (and often drooling) nephews turn one! So, today is…

Life with ED: Fear of scales

Some people tear up at the movies, some at weddings, some when lost, alone, in the woods at night. And, although I can not deny that last one (I HATE THE DARK), the quickest, most reliable way to get me to cry is with this simple, well known phrase. “Hi I’m [fill in any name…

Don’t forget to add a daily hug to the to do list

Growing up I don’t think I ever would have classified myself as a “huggy” person. Definitely not touchy. I preferred a wave or a handshake verse any closer form of physical interaction. But with my family, and a few select friends that made it passed some unclear standard, that was totally different. When I was…

A bit of kindness makes all the difference

In general, it is impossible to truthfully say “everyone likes…” or “everyone dislikes…” because you’ve always got that one weirdo who for some unfathomable reason doesn’t like chocolate (my apologies if that is you…but seriously?). However, I really, really want to say and believe I am correct when I do, that “everybody dislikes going to…

Running together: We finally did it

The more the merrier. True of potlucks (because you get more food), true of brothers (not once have I been asked to mow the lawn), true of apples (because then you know it’s fall) and definitely true of runners (even if it means you get stepped on half a dozen times in the first mile…

Life with ED: An introduction

One month ago, was the first time I publicly wrote about my experience with an eating disorder. (It’s on Lane 9 if you want to check it out.) I was incredibly nervous about it. What are people who have known me for years, but didn’t know this, going to think? Will people treat me differently?…

Down to kale and a sweet potato

Everyone knows that feeling when you open up the refrigerator and see more empty shelf than food. It’s typically followed by an exclamation of outrage or despair (or anger if someone else was in charge of the shopping). Something like, “Nooooooooooooo.” Or maybe you’re more creative. Fun reaction or not, however, the fact is people…

There’s a toilet at the end of this race

On Monday I received a package. No, it wasn’t another jar of peanut butter (although for an update, I am already on jar four of the 15 I was given), but it was something that for me is just as good. The Hartford Marathon race packet: long sleeve T-shirt, racing bib number, directions on race…

Counting love in jars of peanut butter

During the olympics, super bowl, world cup and really all other major sporting events, advertisements about sports drinks, energy bars, milk, athletic clothing lines and random foods (like beef jerky and jelly beans) are impossible to avoid. Often they feature an athlete and the slogan “powered by” or “runs on” or some other combination of…

That point in marathon training

I’ve reached that point in marathon training. That point could be many things…like incredible amounts of soreness (my roommates could tell you I’m always complaining about it), or when runs start to take up not one but many hours of your day, or when you go to bed at 9pm on a Friday night because you decide waking…

I’m pro the 3-day weekend

In track the difference between the 800m and the mile is 800m. Well, technically it’s a little over 800m, that’s why the starting line is that awkward curved line several strides behind the start (something I didn’t understand for my first few meets as a sophomore in high school). Anyway…the difference is a little bit…