Like last month, I’m equal parts disappointed and relieved. On one hand, I wanted to get on with it. On the other, I’m excited to crack a beer and plot tomorrow’s adventure. I’m not pregnant yet. Darn, and also phew.
Every Fall, for the past six Falls, I have had the opportunity to run with a special group of people. We convene at a summer
When I became pregnant, I believed I’d fall into one of two categories with regards to running. Either I’d be the fittest pregnant woman to
It took me seven years to get into Hardrock. While that is a long time to wait for the lottery gods to shine down upon
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