With spring finally upon us (though not without a snow shower here and there) and nearly four months since my last post, our remaining days in Latvia are numbered. Eighty days remain, to be exact… enough time, in the eyes of Jules Verne, to circumnavigate the world, but not nearly enough time for me to reach the point of feeling ready to leave this beautiful place that has come to feel like home. Having never truly had a place I’d consider home, at least in the sense of a hometown or a simple answer to the question “Where are you from?”, it holds great meaning that Riga – which I knew almost nothing about before M. was assigned to work here – has become such a place of comfort. Indeed, I will miss it. We’ll be heading back to the U.S. for about a year, and following that, on to Yekaterinburg, Russia, where many new and exciting adventures surely await. Continue reading →
Some days are diamonds…. Some days are rocks. – Tom Petty
I ran a marathon today. With no spectators, mile markers, or bands along the course, it wasn’t a typical marathon. Just me, my race pack, a few good snacks, and some tunes for 26.3 miles (an extra tenth of a mile for good measure). It was a one-woman marathon, and the farthest I have ever run on my own and not as part of a race. Continue reading →
The marathon is a tricky thing. Filled with moments of euphoria which can quickly turn into thoughts of despair and failure and back again, it is a challenge of physical endurance, to be sure, but most of all, a brutal test of the mind and heart. As of today, I have finished 23 of them, each with its own story of the emotional roller coaster that is the marathon. Continue reading →
Every race I have run – with honest effort – has included at least a few moments of agony. Whether in the final sprint to the finish of the high school mile, or while climbing a particularly grueling hill, or in the last miles of a marathon after I’ve hit my wall, indeed, some agony is to be expected. After all, running hard hurts. Continue reading →
I never travel without my running shoes, as I know I’d be lost without them.
Years ago, I decided that the best way to explore a new place is on foot, with my running shoes on. That decision has led me through countless cities, hillsides, and parks over the years, soaking in the sights and smells around me with each step. Continue reading →
Naturally, one of my first orders of business upon arriving in Latvia was to figure out where I can run. To my delight, there is no shortage of running paths in Riga, and even more exciting is that Riga has quite a large running community. I had been a bit worried that a woman running, often alone, and sometimes with a dog, might be a strange sight here, but it is not. I am surrounded by runners everywhere I go, and M. and I have already found quite a few trails during our first week here. They have provided the perfect avenue (literally!) for exploring the city on foot. Continue reading →