Category Archives: Trauma

A Long Run Prayer for Rebekah

I look up at the night’s sky and I’m breathless.  While it’s only 42 degrees on this first weekend of October, I feel wrapped in a blanket woven with tiny lights.  The stars seem so close to the Earth and … Continue reading

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To Be Known, Loved, and Wanted As I Really Am

Maybe it’s because I’m running on a cold early-September morning, but my legs feel like lead weights completely incapable of propelling the rest of my body forward.  I’m trying to get into a rhythm when it occurs to me that … Continue reading

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This Mess

The howling wind through my open window found its way into my dreams this morning.  I awoke with the harsh realization that what I thought were crashing waves on a Tahitian beach was merely an obnoxious vortex of fast moving … Continue reading

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Last Rites and Hill Repeats

It’s Friday.  Friday is supposed to be my rest day from running and training.  It’s supposed to be the day I sleep a little longer and spend a bit more time with my coffee and my laptop before the kids … Continue reading

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The Faces of Blessed Boston

I can feel my heart beating out of my chest and I’m quite sure my silent giggle won’t remain inside me for long.  Oh, this must be the best life ever.  I am giddy as I feel the gentle sea-level … Continue reading

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When Running Cannot Save Me

All my body wants to do is stop – stop running, stop moving, stop caring.  I am less than a half mile into my run and the treadmill feels like it’s dragging me down into the depths of a cold … Continue reading

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Does Suffering Set You Free?

Lately, when I leave the house for my run, a wave of guilt washes over me.  For me, running is a reminder of my freedom – both physically and mentally.  Today, I am fortunate.  Today I can run because I … Continue reading

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Running from the Ruin

I act like I’m intently setting my running watch, but I’m actually looking over at my neighbor’s house.  It’s the sad house.  That’s what Keegan calls it and I understand why.  Its windows are dark and lifeless, while the front … Continue reading

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Please Don’t Let It Catch Me

When I run, I can ease the pain.  When I run, I can control the controllable.  When I run, I can make sense of the senseless.  But when I run, can I defeat disease?  ‘They’ say all I have to … Continue reading

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I Am Not Afraid

The wind is whipping from all directions as Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York” blares from the speakers at the base of the Verrazano–Narrows Bridge.  In about two minutes, my wave will make its way to the official starting line … Continue reading

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