April 2013 – Riled Up Runner

Moving Forward

An anonymous blog reader with terrible typing skills, questionable computer privileges and the twitter handle golden.doodle12 emailed today to ask when I’d move on from Boston and start posting gratuitous dog photos again. The truth is, I don’t think most of us will ever truly move on. The events on Boylston Street that transpired aContinue reading “Moving Forward”

It Takes a Village

When news broke last Monday of the Boston Marthon bombings, my initial thoughts centered around a core theme: ‘Why would anyone specifically want to target runners?’ In the wake of last November’s ING New York City Marathon cancelation, runners were branded by some media outlets as selfish and short-sighted and out of touch, but inContinue reading “It Takes a Village”

Boston

When I crossed the finish line at my very first marathon this past October, I had tears streaming down my face. I was crying because I was proud. I was crying because I was exhausted. I was crying because I had completed something a year earlier I had known to be impossible. If I crossContinue reading “Boston”

Running Smarter

There are a lot of things in this life I’m not smart about – petting stranger dogs, wearing an O’s shirt to Friday night’s Yankees game, remaining an Orioles fan after that brutal triple play – but when it comes to racing, I’ve started to learn a thing or two. You know how I know?Continue reading “Running Smarter”

Perspective

A lot has changed in my life since this same month last year. I’ve run a marathon. My brother has adopted a puppy. I’ve traveled to India and Brazil, I’m dating someone new, and heart-throb Seal is back on the market. (Those last two items may or may not be related.) But you know whatContinue reading “Perspective”

I Was 17 Going on 18 … A Decade Ago.

My definition of adulthood has evolved and expanded with each life stage, and just when I think I’m about as grown up as a grown up can be, I go and do something so mature it would make the Lost Boys cringe. In high school, I thought I’d feel like a grown-up once I hadContinue reading “I Was 17 Going on 18 … A Decade Ago.”