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Author Archives: Callie Skokos
You Can’t Solve Everything with a Good Run
Oh January, you are so cold, I say out loud as I check the weather app. It’s 7:45 a.m. and 19 degrees. This is Colorado. I could wait a few hours and run in slightly warmer conditions with the sun … Continue reading
We Save People.
My alarm startles me awake at 5:15 a.m. – relieving me from the nightmare I just had about massive floodwaters carrying me away after a breaking levee. I breathe in, and feel incredibly grateful I only remember fragments of this … Continue reading
Posted in Work/Professional
Tagged Hurricane Harvey, Hurricane Relief, running, Splunk, Splunk4Good
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50K for 50 – Running for a Reason
Even though I have the day off, I am too excited to sleep in. You see, it’s my 50th birthday and I’ve got big plans. Thanks to my employer, Splunk, I have the day off as part of the company’s … Continue reading
Posted in Work/Professional
Tagged Callie Skokos, Children's Hospital Colorado, daughters, faith, mental health, Splunk, women's running
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Trump Trauma
“A word after a word after a word is power.” – Margaret Atwood The filmstrip of my mind clicks through the scenes ever so quickly this morning – with every footfall that lands and crunches on the fallen leaves blanketing … Continue reading
Seeing With the Soul
When I open my eyes, I am confused that I can see with such clarity – from the neon numbers on the alarm clock to the headlights marching in a line outside my window, to the waning moon. On this … Continue reading
Power Dressing
I awake to my 49th Fourth of July. It’s 7:30 a.m. and already 71 degrees in Littleton, Colorado. I hop out of bed – secretly thrilled that I logged almost 8 hours of sleep and no one else is awake … Continue reading
Posted in Work/Professional
Tagged cycling, God, Ludo Loos, power dressing, running, superman
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No One Can Love a Stone
On this day, I call myself the Ragamuffin Runner – desperate to make sense of the mess one mile at a time. But only a few years ago, I would never have outwardly admitted that I am “burnt-out, bedraggled, and … Continue reading
Posted in Finding Faith
Tagged Brennan Manning, Brokenness, Messy, Nana, Ragamuffin runner, running
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My Protector Wore a Hat to Church
I woke up smiling today. Oh, how I wish I could have gone back to sleep so I could spend more time with her. The dream was so real. I was my age now, but she was still the age … Continue reading
The Twelve Steps
The trail is completely covered in tufts of fluffy white snow that sparkle in the morning sunlight. As I maneuver the slippery cracks and ruts of the route, I notice the trees are still blanketed in heavy snow but that … Continue reading
Posted in Trauma
Tagged addiction, Brene Brown, mental illness, recovery, shame, women's running
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The Good Samaritan – Part II
[This is continuation of a story that couldn’t be told in just 700 words] I was trembling and sobbing with both hands gripping the steering wheel – feeling humiliated and terrified as I focused on my attacker arrogantly jogging from … Continue reading