⭐ Running: cheaper than therapy, hotter than crying
And just like that, another month of goals and achievements in the books. June was packed — running, life, family, celebrations, challenges — honestly, I’m still not sure how I managed to fit it all in… but I did. Every damn mile, every damn moment. June Achievements Worth Celebrating June 30th marked 101 days of … Continue reading Good-bye June; Hello July
But I didn't succeed. That pretty much sums it up. You can move on now — nothing more to see here. But if you’re still reading, let’s break it down. Yes, for those counting, that was two rejections in one week. Two rejections in one week can be a lot to take, but chin up, … Continue reading Well, I Tried…
Not Selected — And Yes, It Stings a Little There’s no sugar‑coating it: “Not selected” can be a hard pill to swallow. Especially when you’ve been refreshing your inbox like it’s Black Friday and the NYRR email is the last TV on sale. Today I got the official word: “You were not selected for the … Continue reading The Journey Continues
Ask a group of runners when the best time to run is, and you’ll get a whole spectrum of answers. My personal favorite? “While I’m awake.” Hard to argue with that kind of logic. Still, runners tend to have their loyalties. Some swear by sunrise miles. Some come alive at night. Some sneak out at … Continue reading The Best Time to Run
The fear of running as a female runner. As a female runner, the fear of running is a real problem, one that most female runners have faced many times in their life. It's not the fear of injury or sickness; it is the fear of the unknown, the fear of unwanted attention, the fear of … Continue reading The Fear of Running – Every Damn Mile
Weekends aren’t about perfection. They’re where life spills over, coffee tastes better, and sometimes the quiet does more for me than the miles.
June starts with a blank slate, fresh energy, and a brand‑new chance to be amazing all over again. Here’s how I’m showing up for Every Damn Mile this month.
May was full‑speed May‑hem — three graduations, long days, short nights, and miles powered by caffeine, grit, and a little spite. I still ran every day, hit 129 miles, hung steady with the AWM challenge, and held it all together in the chaos. Every damn mile meant something this month.
Older me is officially in a rematch with younger me — and this time, I’m running with grit, strategy, and zero excuses. Day 70 down. Round two is underway.
Chicken. Wine. Chaos. And somehow… a run.
Every Damn Mile 