Warning: foggy rambling ahead.
Much of what I write still stems from seeds planted and nurtured during runs… Lately, a lot of my thinking has been about running itself, and its role in my life and my relationship with it.
As a kid, I looked forward to the last day of school like anyone else. Through the intensity and stress of April and May exams and final essays, the prospect of three whole months stretching in front of me, filled only with a mindless summer job and gymnastics workouts, seemed a golden light pulling me… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Crawling Back
In a world of click-bait and marketing and advice-giving (because now everyone with an internet connection is an expert), this is the time of year we get inundated with end-of-year lists. The best of, the worst of, top 10s, top 50s, of last year. The ways to make next year the greatest ever – what… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: That Time of Year
It is one of those mornings I sit down to write without a plan, without even a fragment of an idea. I woke with my mind buzzing around all I have to do today. It was tempting to let the buzzing take over, to eschew my normal Tuesday morning routine in favor of a little… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Unknown
I’ve had a small epiphany. I want to share and encourage you to think about how this may happen in your own life, in your own thoughts. This epiphany isn’t a switch. It’s a small but powerful realization that I’ll continue to think about and write about and process. This realization is, that I spend… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: What Is
The alarm buzzes for the third – or is it the fourth? – time. I sit up and slap the top of my digital clock, trying to keep my eyes closed enough so that I don’t fully wake up. I try to keep myself wrapped in the safe blanket of slumber, which feels cozy and… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: The Unwanted Guests