As the sun rises later and sets earlier with each passing day, Mother Nature announces that fall has arrived, with her crisp breezes and turning leaves. Even though autumn is my favorite season, its arrival this year is a cruel reminder that our remaining days in beautiful Latvia are quickly slipping away. With only about nine months left in our tour here in Riga, our last Baltic summer has officially come to an end. We spent a good chunk of it with family and friends who came to visit us, and proudly showed them the city and country that have become our home over the last eighteen months. We snapped countless photos along the way so that we could forever cherish the true wonder that is summer in Latvia. Here are 50 of my favorites. Continue reading →
What is it that makes a snow-capped mountain jutting up into a clear blue sky from a sea of rolling green hills empirically beautiful? Or the sound of soft waves as the tide comes into shore intrinsically peaceful? A landfill covered with rotting garbage inherently unattractive and an abandoned (or active, if you ask me) strip mall decidedly depressing? After all, no one looks at a river polluted with discarded plastic and says, Wow, that’s really beautiful. Or do they? Who determines what is naturally beautiful and what is not? Continue reading →
If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.
This quote, from Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., became my mantra yesterday as I navigated my way through Latvia’s beautiful Gauja National Park at the Cēsis ECO Trail 81K race. And though I could never fly, I ran as fast I could when I could and walked when I needed to. And, at times, I even crawled, just to keep moving forward to the finish line. 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 →