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The Law of Running

Sometimes the run shows us just how human we really are. The sound of my alarm startles me awake at 5:30 a.m. I’m confused.  What day is it? Ah, yes, it’s Sunday.  Today is my last 22-miler before the 2015 … Continue reading

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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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Running on Heart, Saved by Grace

The changing of the seasons is chasing me down this morning as I breathe in the cool air and run my first mile in near darkness.  It’s so quiet and still in the neighborhood, and I can actually hear my … 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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For the Love of Running

It’s Thursday.  Speed day according to my tried-and-true Hal Higdon training schedule ever-present on my refrigerator.  I consider myself a purist when it comes to training – non-technical and simple.  I love the feeling of crossing off the day’s training … 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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You are the Good

That night, I crawled into bed, stretched out my aching legs, and scrolled through my text messages.  Even though I had tried to respond to each one of them as soon as I could, I wanted to re-read them all.  … Continue reading

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Brother and the B

“You know, you qualified for Boston right?”  This was the way the conversation started with my brother Ross after I ran my first marathon at age 40.  I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying.  I was exhausted.  Not so much … Continue reading

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Running Away from the Violence [Part 3]

[Maybe I shouldn’t have run.]  That’s the thought that keeps rudely interrupting every thought I’ve had since the bombings at the Boston Marathon.  When I started writing this series, I never expected that part three would be such a literal … Continue reading

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