The Gift of Resilience
Some gifts are easy to unwrap, like the ones from your favorite auntie who puts paper and bows only on the lid of a shirt box so you don’t have to rip and tear to get inside. Then there [...]
Dry Martini: The Joy of BAMRs at the Portland Retreat
As they say, third time is the charm. No, I don’t know who they are but, in the case of the AMR Run + Refresh Retreat in Portland, Oregon, they were absolutely correct. It’s been a weird few years, [...]
Dry Martini: You Gotta Have Friends
For those keeping score of my 50 half marathons in 50 states journey, this past weekend’s Gulf Beach Half Marathon in Milford, Connecticut, is number 17. More numbers for you: yes, I am well aware that I have 34 [...]
Dry Martini: Big Skies at the Missoula Half
There comes a moment at the start of every single race where I think very quietly to myself these magical words: WHY THE F AM I DOING THIS? Only I think the actual f-word. And then think it again a [...]
Dry Martini: Down on the Farm
Rye (left) and Barley are going to pull me through my next half marathon. [record scratch] [freeze frame] Yep. That's me leading a team of teenage oxen around while wearing olde time-y garb... Like so many people, the last [...]
Dry Martini: Not Seneca 7
Last weekend should have marked team Chafing Like a Flockstar's triumphant-ish return to Seneca 7. The fates made other plans. The race itself hasn't been held for two years. There is no way to socially distance a hundred teams of [...]
Shoes on the Ground: Mother Runners Connect for Ukraine
Like so many mother runners, I don’t know how to lessen the horror happening in Ukraine. I wish I could bring the safety of my house to all of the Ukrainian people who go to sleep not knowing who [...]
Dry Martini: Two Years
Two years ago, I was on my way back to my home in the frozen North from the Another Mother Runner Run + Refresh Retreat on Hilton Head Island. While I was enjoying one of the rocking chairs on the [...]
Dry Martini: Galentines Over Valentines
Sarah and Dimity go on and on about the wonders of having a Best Running Friend. And, yeah sure, I’m happy for them to have someone they can routinely log miles with in person. Here’s a little secret: it’s OK [...]
Dry Martini: A Thousand Words for Snow
It is said the native people in arctic have a thousand words for snow. It is also said that that is a load of frozen bull manure. But it feels like is should be true. You’d come up with a [...]