Time on Feet

time on feetThe last couple of months have been a struggle for me when it comes to running. I’ve been working through a chronic knee injury that has recently flared up in a bad way. I’ve been able to run very intermittently and at times, not at all. When I first felt the discomfort that has become all too familiar over the years, I immediately sought physical therapy in an effort to address the problem as soon as possible and still (hopefully) get myself in shape for a spring marathon. I also decided to shift my training … Continue reading →

A Forced Break

photo 1-3This afternoon, I find myself yet again sitting on the couch with my left leg wrapped in ice and elevated on a pillow, as I stare out the window at the blue sky wondering when I can run again. Ask any runner, and she will tell you: a forced break from training is always unwelcome. As runners, we like to decide when we take breaks and when we don’t; having hurt body parts decide for us is never part of the plan. But unfortunately, it does happen, and now, it has happened to me. It’s not the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Still, it is frustrating and not running is not something I do well. Continue reading →

Hoping for Steam at Steamtown

Scranton, PA

Source: post-gazette.com

It’s that time again.

My legs are heavy, I feel fat, and I just finished a run that should have felt easy but didn’t.

This is not good. Not good at all.

 A week from today, M. and I will be heading to Scranton, Pennsylvania… not to pay homage to the Dunder Mifflin gang from The Office, but for the Steamtown Marathon. It will be my 18th marathon, and I feel …Continue reading →

Trust the Training

With four days to go until the Austin Marathon, I am feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. The weather is looking great, I get to spend quality time with dear friends, and there will be good old fashioned Texas barbecue to look forward to after the race on Sunday night.

I finished my last interval workout this morning: 4 x 400m at 6:40-ish mile pace on the cinder track in the local park here in Matamoros. It was cold and rainy with 25 mile-per-hour winds. I didn’t exactly …Continue reading →


Throughout high school and college, I always prided myself on being one of those runners who never got really injured. Sure, I had my struggles with shin splints and plantar fasciitis, soreness in my left bunion, and the occasional scrape or cut from falling on a trail, but never anything major. I could run to my heart’s content without ever having to take a time-out or visit a doctor. I just knew I’d be one of the silver-haired runners with smile lines and wrinkles around the eyes (mine would be soft ones, though, because I do actually remember to wear sunscreen from time to time) I often admired during races- a tough old bird running in a cotton T-shirt and gliding across the pavement, my years of running experience evident in my swift stride and lack of gadgets because when I started running back in 1987, those things just didn’t exist. Continue reading →