Afoot and Light-Hearted...

My mother has been gone for a long time; most that know me remember my mom very well and miss her dearly.   She passed away when I was sixteen (16) years old after a long battle with cancer.  Some days I need only look to my own daughter to be reminded of how old I was....she is now the same age I was when I lost her. Growing up in my family was not easy for me.  Don't worry, this won't be a rant about how horrible things were - because they weren't always that way.   No, growing up as the only daughter in a house full of boys wasn't easy, but as an adult with my own daughter I realize it wasn't easy for a reason.  My mother kept a fairly tight grip on the things that I did, the people I was able to hang out with and the what/where I was at pretty much any given moment.    While it seemed that my brothers could do as they pleased with little to no oversight,  I was set to abide by a different set of rules. As a teenage girl, it ...

As some know, over the last few months, I have been working through an injury that has kept me from running.  While I cannot pinpoint the actual cause of this problem,  it seemed to flair up after a night of candle pin bowling (yeah, candle pin bowling).   Me, who has trained injury free and successfully competed in multiple triathlons as well as half marathons, I get hurt while bowling. I cannot accept this as more than a theory but I have nothing more to go on..so there. However, not running was not the end of the world!!! The sun still continued to rise and set, I continued to breathe in and out - workdays turned to weekends and seasons changed.    While it wasn't ideal, I had to find other means of cardio exercise (mind out of the gutter, I got on the bike and elliptical!) As I begin to start running again, little by little and taking things very slow as to make sure I am ready - it's become clear to me. Simply put - running is not who I am...