⭐ 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
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
There are two kinds of runners in this world: The ones who casually sign up for a local 5K. And the ones who somehow end up sitting in Louisville, Kentucky, refreshing two different marathon portals on two different continents like it’s the Olympics of Anxiety. Guess which one I am. Right now, I’m in the … Continue reading Sitting on Pins and Needles
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.
Some days the hardest part of running isn’t the miles — it’s finding the strength to show up when your heart and spirit feel drained. Today’s run wasn’t powered by motivation, but by commitment, grit, and the promise I made to myself. Even on empty, every damn mile still counts.
Every Damn Mile 