Drawing battle lines

Drawing battle lines

There’s a pile of maternity clothes folded on the floor of my bedroom. Even though I’m still shaped like Humpty Dumpty, my maternity clothes don’t fit anymore, so they’re waiting to be sent back to the attic. They’re sitting in my closet, under my regular clothes that don’t really fit either. Ah, postpartum is such

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Running: Monument Ave. 10k

As long as you don’t mind five inches of freshly fallen pollen, now is a great time to live in Richmond.  We’re having the kind of weather I’d order off a menu: warm, breezy, and sunny with no bugs and no humidity.  The flowers are blooming, the grass is green and everyone is running. The sidewalks

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Running: now and then

Last night Tom took David for a run in the jogging stroller for the first time ever. He ran 5 miles at a 7:30 pace while pushing the stroller. No big deal. I stayed home and did some freelance work. Alone in the house for almost 40 minutes, it felt like new worlds were open

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Running: This time, without the baby

I haven’t written much about running lately, but it’s not because I haven’t been running. Instead, running has become less of an Event and more commonplace. I’m getting back to my old self. Not totally, but I’m getting there. The other day I went for a run wearing my running tights. I wore them earlier this

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