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  • Adventures in Running, Part II

    Another video entry this week. Even though my Horsethief run and this run were over the course of 1 weekend, it has taken me almost a month to get both videos edited and uploaded.  I’m still getting the hang of this video editing business, plus it pushes my creatively challenged skills. The Back Story My local run club,…

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  • Adventures in Running – Part 1

    A couple weeks ago, I wrote about living life and making new memories, and I admonished us all to quit reliving the old days. After all, who says the glory days have to be in the past. Part of my mission to make new memories is to try new places to run – find places…

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  • The Ugly, the Bad, and the Good

    It’s Thursday, which means nothing really, but in social media world it has become #throwbackthursday. People posts pictures from last week, last month, their first 5k or marathon, or maybe a picture from high school, which for some us was a long, long time ago! (What were we thinking with that big hair?!) For my…

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  • Training Day

    Training Day

    I have been training – or at least acting like I’m training – to run the North Fork 50 mile trail race on June 4. Part of that training was running the Desert Rats Trail Running Festival – you can read about that on my previous post. I made arrangements to participate in a training run…

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  • The Day I became a Desert Rat

    I wasn’t planning on running a marathon last weekend. I originally was going to do the half marathon distance – but I’d been doing 12-14 miles on the weekend and doing 13 wasn’t really going to benefit my training. In spite of the fact that I’m supposed to be training for a 50 mile race…

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  • Running Makes Me…

    Running Makes Me…

    I was a tomboy as a kid. Playing baseball and soccer with the boys was always preferred over jumping rope with the girls. Field day races were my favorite and I was always the fastest girl in my class. I watched the faster boys pump their arms, some with their fists clenched, others with outstretched fingers, wondering…

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  • Riding the Storm Out

    Riding the Storm Out

    This last week has been hell. Maybe I shouldn’t think that every event in my life is intended to teach me something, but it just seems so blatantly obvious.  Maybe it’s my way of dealing with shitty events – finding the reason why it happened, finding the silver lining. I had happily started my training…

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