It was the night before the half marathon in Louisville when I had an email exchange with a college running coach. I was nervous and uncertain of what the race would bring. She urged me to look back over my training journal. As I glanced over the pages, I realized …
It was a few months ago when the text message came from Sue. Check out this race! It’s called “Save the Drama for Your Mama.” We have to do it. The race was, appropriately enough, a fundraiser for the Randolph High School Drama Club. Despite my years of living in …
I had forgotten that Muhammad Ali was from Louisville. Perhaps more accurately, I didn’t even know that he was from Louisville. It …
I was walking back to my hotel, wrapped in my space blanket and eager to be reunited with my cell phone. I …
We sat at a table, drinking hot beverages and noshing on bagels. It’s a familiar scene, but one that we haven’t recreated …
I may or may not be addicted to peanut butter. In part, I blame Twitter. It was a few months ago when …
The countdown to my first half marathon of the year is now in single digits. Which means I’ve started doing things like …
It was a brilliant day in Buffalo. The temperature had reached 70 degrees. There was sunshine. There was a bit of wind, …
This was going to hurt. And to be honest, I was kind of looking forward to it. The last few weeks my …
There is something magical about Opening Day. Matter-of-factly, it is the start of the baseball season. But poetically it is so much …