⭐ Running: cheaper than therapy, hotter than crying
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
Not Every Mile Needs to Be a Run While I’m a runner through and through — and most of the miles logged in these sneaks are at a running pace — every now and then I slow it down and let the world come to me a little softer. Today was one of those days. … Continue reading Walk – Don’t Run; Some of the Damn Miles
Every Damn Mile June didn’t tiptoe in this year — it kicked the door open, dumped a calendar full of events in my lap, and said, “Good luck, sweetheart.” And here I am, lacing up anyway, because I’ve got a goal: 130 miles this month. And life? Life has absolutely zero interest in making that … Continue reading June Is Already Doing the Most… and So Am I
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 