Entries Tagged as 'running'

Monday, December 17th, 2007

Running is My Always Lover

I’ve always been a runner. 
No really, I’m one of those people that can not run for ages and then just go out and do five miles - or six - whatever.  It’s just sort of how I’m built.  It’s in my blood.  It’s like breathing to me… just part of how I make it through […]

Tuesday, December 11th, 2007

A Shout Out: My Cousin Kicks it HARD

Before I get down to nighttime eating strategies, I want to give a quick shout-out to my cousin Jenny, who is fast becoming a gigantic source of inspiration for me.
Prior to this year Jenny had a fairly low level of activity.  Her eating habits weren’t the best.  She, like all of us, has battles to […]

Saturday, October 6th, 2007

I Guess I Shouldn’t Be Surprised: Marion Jones Joins the Heartbreaker Club

I hate this shit.
I just want to get it out there.   I really do.
I hate sticking my neck out every day and trying to convince people that competitive sports provide this amazing opportunity and outlet.  I hate the little Pollyanna optimist in my gut that keeps getting kicked in the teeth every time another […]

Saturday, October 6th, 2007

Dogs Really Can Smile: A Running Moment

I’d never noticed the house before.
Small house. West side of 37th street.
I might never have noticed it, but I was flying down the street at full speed having just escaped my house for a much-needed nighttime run. I was flying down my street and the pavement was wet and shiny underneath shoes that […]

Friday, August 3rd, 2007

Gear Friday: Socks That Will Change Your Life

Welcome to the first-ever edition of Gear Friday - my weekly dish on all the gadgets, gizmos, and gear that are currently rocking my world (and should be rocking yours, too).
In 2003, I played just over 100 softball games. I was on 5 league teams and a tournament team that played 1-2 times per […]

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

My Hangup With the Word “Fitness”

I’m an athlete. I play sports. I compete.
First and foremost, that’s how I define myself. That’s where I find value in physical activity. My heart believes that it (the activity) should serve a purpose as a means to end toward a greater goal.
For years I considered myself a purist in this […]

Friday, March 30th, 2007

Slippery Slope.

When I start to get really stressed out I often have the uncontrollable urge to retreat. Shut and lock the door. Erect social walls. Stop taking phone calls. Cease with all the endless emailing.
I stay in the bathtub longer than I should reading the New Yorker, ZoeTropes All-Story, The Sun Magazine, […]

Saturday, February 3rd, 2007

Seven Minutes.

Boot Camp ended this week and I wanted to run my timed mile in under 7 minutes. That was my goal. I got a chest cold on Thursday morning, the day before the run, but I figured I could still pull it off. I also wanted 60 pushups in the push-up test. […]

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

Euphoria

Dear Boot Camp Diary,
I spent about 75 seconds On Tuesday in a full gymnastic bridge, with my forehead on the ground, back arched, hips high, feet flat on the ground. I have been working into the position slowly. The world was throbbing and bright when I righted myself. Pulsing and vibrant.
Heroin! […]

Saturday, January 20th, 2007

What a Morning

I forgot.
I had forgotten how much I love running hills. I mean - I love running hills. Steep, long, whatever. Give them to me. I love them.
We ran a couple today in Boot Camp and my body perked up and said, “Hey. We know what this is…”
In San Francisco I […]