I’m one of those people who instantly assume the worst in any given situation. If everyone else sees a half-empty glass, I see a completely empty one. I imagine catastrophe first and ask questions later. Part of me wants to … Continue reading →
Yesterday, my husband and I got all our tax information together to send to our accountant. All year long, I try to be very careful about organizing everything—receipts, donations, and so on—so I don’t have to hunt down random scraps … Continue reading →
In my last blog, I talked about several reasons that it’s a good idea to leave that music player at home when you run. As I promised, I’m here now to talk about another reason: You won’t be so aware … Continue reading →
If you’re like most people, you probably listen to music while you run. It can be nice to have some hard-driving rhythm going on in the background. Running is hard work and (gasp!) it can even get boring. Any distraction … Continue reading →
I used to have an ideal version of myself as a runner—wearing a snazzy outfit with matching everything, tearing up the miles at a record-setting pace. In reality, I’ve never had matching workout clothes, and on some days a good … Continue reading →
I love watching young children learn how to walk and run. You must have seen how eagerly they start moving toward whatever interests them at the moment, little arms and legs pumping away, eyes on their goal. The next time … Continue reading →
Today is the shortest day of the year, with the least amount of sun. I loved running—and still love walking—very early in the morning, just as the sun comes up. The moon might still be in the sky, and I … Continue reading →
Why I Had to Stop Running—And Why You Don’t Have To I was a late bloomer. I didn’t start running until 1996, when I was 45. As best as I knew how, I paid lots of attention to running form, … Continue reading →
You Could Look It Up (written just before the New York City Marathon) As Marathon Sunday approached in New York, it seemed like a good time to remember how things used to be for women. They were discouraged—and sometimes banned—from distance … Continue reading →