When I decided to work part-time instead of full-time this year, I envisioned having all kinds of time to run, cook, write, and do all of the other things that full-time teachers never have the time to do. And though I have managed to keep myself quite busy in the last few months with a couple of hourly teaching gigs, it would be disingenuous to say that I haven’t had time to write. In fact, I have – there has been plenty of time, actually, but my motivation and inspiration to do so has been woefully lacking. 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 →
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 →
In a crowded room, I’m alone.
These words speak a certain truth in a way I couldn’t express better if I tried. They come from one of my favorite songs and tug at my heart each time I hear them. They are words that describe a feeling I have felt my whole life but could never quite articulate in just the right way; words which, ironically, in the same way that running does, bring calm to the immutable chaos in my mind, a comfort to my discomfort. I hear them and know that at least one other person feels the same way. 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 →