When I’m training for longer distances, I don’t think about the whole run.

I’ve learned that if I do, my brain immediately starts negotiating. Do I really want to do this today? Do I have time for this? This is going to feel long.

So instead of focusing on the entire workout, I break it down into ...

I found one single picture of myself running from 10 years ago. That’s it. One photo in a whole year of life where running existed but I was far from consistent. I had a seven-month-old baby, and two weeks after that picture was taken I learned I was pregnant again. Needless to say, 2016 was not a r...

If I could step back in time and sit beside the girl standing on the edge of the soccer field, the one pretending not to care that she was always picked last, I’d take her hand and tell her something she wouldn’t believe:

One day, you’re going to become a runner. Not just a “I jog sometimes” kind

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Every runner has those moments — the quiet ones when you’re lacing up, wondering what’s really driving you to head out the door again. Some days, the reason feels obvious. Other days, it’s buried under fatigue, work, and family life.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about that more. Thinking about what t...

As the mornings get darker and the air turns crisp, it’s easy to feel your motivation slip. I get it...the long, sunny days that made it simple to lace up are gone, and suddenly that snooze button looks way too tempting.

But here’s what I’ve learned over the years (as someone who wasn’t athletic gr...

When I first started running, it was on the road. Sidewalks, neighborhood streets, the occasional bike path — it felt simple, predictable, and safe. I knew exactly where I was going and roughly how long it would take me to get there.

Trail running, on the other hand, felt intimidating. I remember t...

When I first started running, I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t grow up athletic. I wasn’t sure I belonged. But I kept going—slowly, walk breaks and all—and years later, I found myself finishing a 50K trail race in my 40s. Not because I’m a “natural runner.” Because I learned to run on my ter...

Tempo? Fartlek? Recovery run? What the?!

When I first started running, these words made me feel like I’d accidentally walked into a secret club where everyone else knew the language. When I printed out my first running plan in preparation for my first official 10k race, I would be constantly Googli...

I have never won a race, and the chances that I will ever win one are probably worst than the chances I will ever win the lottery jackpot (by the way, I never play the lottery so that gives you an idea of the odds). In fact, in most races I participate in I usually come in the last quarter of racers...

If You’re New to Running, Read This First 

I started running on a random Tuesday, or it might have been a Thursday. Who knows? One thing is for sure, I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I put on the only pair of running shoes I owned, an old cotton t-shirt and went out there. Didn't know where...