Welcome to our next round of Tales From Another Mother Runner Thursday, where we preview one of the authors in our forthcoming book. While our names are on the cover, the book is a truly celebration of this amazing, badass community: not only does it contain 22 essays from a range of talented writers and mother runners, it has miles of insight, advice, stories, and humor from hundreds of you.
As the publishing date nears (less than two weeks!), we're casting the spotlight on tall old me (Dimity); next week is Sarah's turn.
Important Schedule Note: We've flushed out much of the information for our events for the first half of 2015. Check it all out here--and hope to see you Denver locals at the Tattered Cover on March 2!
My running history: My mom tells me the fastest she ever saw me run as a child was when I realized I’d left my hat for marching band in the back of her minivan, and she was driving away. Having the right uniform for high school marching band, I guess, was enough to make me turn on my jets as I never had before. (Yep. Marching band. Pin an “L” on my forehead.)
Fast forward a bit, and I didn't really run on my own volition again (read: not required by a rowing coach or a band instructor) until I was in my early twenties. I was living blocks from Central Park in New York City and couldn't afford a gym on my editorial assistant salary. I think I lapped Central Park at least 750 times in the three years I lived near there. (And then when I moved to Brooklyn for three years, I lapped Prospect Park another 750 times.)
My writing history: Growing up, I always loved magazines. Read Seventeen when I was 13, Glamour when I was 17. I thought they were all based in Boulder, CO, because that's where the subscription cards were processed. "I'll work at Glamour and live in Boulder," I thought to myself, "Total dream situation." Turns out, most magazines are in NYC, where I worked and lived before heading west and going freelance in 2001. Fast foward nine years, and I co-wrote Run Like a Mother in 2010 with Sarah Bowen Shea...and I've been running—and writing—like a mother ever since.
My essay "Defying Gravity": is about the balance I try to maintain between my strong body and my often overwhelmed mind. Around these parts, I'm pretty open about the fact that I've struggled with depression for over a decade now. Its severity ebbs and flows, but last winter was a doozy. I decided to write honestly about it—and the role running continues to play in getting me out of the hole.
Last best run: I did 18 miles in San Diego in early October as I was getting ready for the Philadelphia Marathon and Saucony26Sttrong program. I ran two more times after that, and then was sidelined with a severe plantar plate strain. That was over 5 months ago, and now, as I sit on the bike and wonder when—or if, when I want to be really dramatic—my foot will cooperate enough to let me run again, I think back to running along the Pacific Coast and then sitting on the beach later that day, thinking, "I just ran freakin' 18 miles." Love that feeling.
Last horrible run: I signed up for the 10K Nuun Year: No Limits Challenge, and ran 3 times the first week: 2.5 miles, 2.5 miles, 3 miles. In the middle of the 3 miler, I knew my foot was not ready for 8 miles in a week. The run wasn't horrible, but the acknowledgment that I had more healing to do was pretty frustrating. (I'm now setting my sights on the 5K Challenge, a run/walk plan, that will start on March 2. Fingers crossed.)
Next up on my running calendar: I've got my eye on the Loveland Lake to Lake Triathlon in late June. The run is 10K, so it could maybe, just maybe be a possibility; if not, there's an Aquabike version that'll do.
Next up on my personal calendar: Pick up the kids, get to the grocery store, figure out what's for dinner (tortellini, likely), lay out my swim stuff so I'll get to the pool tomorrow morning.