Runner Goes Backpacking
How happy (and clean!) Rick and I were at the start of a six-day backpacking trek Which way? After 10 miles and 9 hours of hiking, Rick and I staggered up to a signpost and a big [...]
Breaking up with Boston Marathon
Dear Boston Marathon, I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. When we first met, I was just 31, naïve and impressionable. I knew you were a Very Big Deal. That was the attraction—you were aloof, elite, hard to reach. [...]
What I Did on My Summer Vacation: Taking My Daughter to College
What I Did on My Summer Vacation continues with Tish sharing how she closed the chapter on one season of motherhood, but opened an entirely new chapter to her future. (Missed our other posts? Read how Coach Amanda and [...]
“I’m sorry I’m slow.” STOP!
I’m sorry I’m slow. “I’m sorry I’m slow” are two things I wish a certain mother runner would stop saying. “I’m slow,” she’ll say before joining you for a run. “Sorry!” she’ll say if she bumps your elbow. She’ll tell [...]
Walking With Mother
Mother went for a walk today. Sometime around my mother’s 91st birthday, in 2019, she stopped working at the Greensboro Children’s Museum and decided it was time to move in with one of her three children. (Yes, that’s right, she [...]
Running and Reading
I love running. I love reading. I love doing both at the same time. When my daughter, Nina, was a preschooler, I had the great fortune of on-site daycare at my job. Too bad it was an hour’s drive—each way! [...]
Running in Your 60s
I think we can all agree that New Year’s 2022 was really … something. For me, the New Year is always … something. January 1 is my birthday. And the icing on this 2022 birthday cake was that I turned [...]
Three Best Running Friends
Best running friend Susan (left) and best running friend Jodi (right) ran with me on my birthday because that's what BRFs do! THE BEST RUNNING FRIEND IS ... FRIENDS The best running friend is of course the Best [...]
Father’s Day: It’s Complicated
Tish's Father. And a bear. You would’ve loved my father. You weren’t his child. He was Father never Dad or (heaven forbid) Daddy, which sounds formal and pretentious on paper, but was actually meant as a facetious send-up of formality [...]
26.2 Tips for 26.2 Miles
Nearly 30 (!) years ago, I ran my first marathon in New York City; when I run it again on November 4, it’ll be my 53rd-ish. 26.2 miles is a long way to run; 26.2 tips is a lot to [...]