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
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
I’ve been writing about running for two reasons: 1) I love to run. Running is a big part of my life, so it wouldn’t make sense to leave it out. 2) I wanted to get back to running soon after David was born and I was shocked at how little information was out there about
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
Last Saturday David and I bundled up and laced up our running shoes (respectively) and headed to the Jingle Bell 5k. The race was at 8am, which meant I had to set an alarm just in case David didn’t wake me up early enough. My new mom heart broke as I set the alarm, and
A few things are harder when you have a baby. Things like sleeping at night and staying awake during the day. Or take a simple errand. Here are a few things about going to the grocery store that are harder when you have a baby: 1. Realizing you need to go to the grocery store2.
Tom’s running his first marathon in three days. He’s been running the last ten miles of the race to get amped. He gets so excited that he can’t rein in his speed as he imagines finishing the race. I’m excited for him, too. The marathon’s been sort of a family ordeal. You know what’s harder
Today, for the first time since I began running, I ran without a watch. I’m compulsive about timing my runs. I even have a back-up watch just in case I can’t find my running watch. I’ve been known to get dressed to go running, realize I can’t find my watch, and decide to skip the
I’ve been diligently running the past few weeks, so I figure it’s high time for an update. In short: Running is still hard, but it’s getting a little easier. One foot in front of the other. The catch-22 with running, though, is that just when it gets easier you add some time or pile on
This chick ran a marathon when she was 39 weeks pregnant. And then she had a baby. I also read on Kara Goucher’s blog that she: 1) had a baby Oct. 1 2) was running 50 miles a week by Oct. 20. Dang.