Last week, I got slammed with a case of germ induced cruds: sinus headaches, dizziness, stuffy ears, dripping nose, coughing, and fatigue. After seven days, I took action, laced up and made myself run, OUTDOORS. Continue reading “Get Outdoors!”
On January 18th, 2017, our golden retriever Italia suffered an unexpected and fatal heart attack. Italia is the reason I became a runner, and three days after her recent death, I ran ten miles in honor of each year I had with her. On February 18th, one month after she crossed the Rainbow Bridge, I ran another ten miles in tribute to her. Continue reading “Thank You, Dear Dog, for Making me a Runner”
In a recent post, I revealed my goal to lose sixteen pounds. This is a continuation from that blog; if you missed it, be sure to check it out before reading this one where I share HOW I did it.
On October 4th, 2016, I set a goal to lose 16 pounds. After turning 40, I gained an average of 4 pounds per year, for the past 4 years. If I were to live another 44 years, at that rate, I would gain 176 more pounds. I realize that I am throwing a lot of numbers out there, and I prefer words to numbers, but ignoring the math got me into this pudgy-podgy mess. Continue reading “Weight Loss Goal: I plan to lose four sticks of butter, a chihuahua, and a bowling ball.”
I first composed the barebones of this over four years ago to highlight (and lowlight) the final run of my first year’s electronically recorded miles using the Nike Running App. Each venture out is as unique as the Pennsylvania snowflakes I waltz with each winter. This last run of the year was certainly a rarity. Road running is full of excitement, rewards, and surprises with unpredictable weather, terrain, and strength. NOTE: I avoid treadmills like lima beans and will only touch one if I absolutely need to. Continue reading “And I Would Run 500 Miles, and I Would Run 500 More…”
This was the final post I made on my old blog exactly one year ago. Today is anniversary #19, and we are still going strong and smoke free…
We were blissful newlyweds of merely three months when my husband Harry revealed that he planned to quit smoking after Super Bowl Sunday in 1998. What?! He never even mentioned this major life decision to me. He never talked about quitting before.
“Really? You’re giving up the smokes?” I incredulously asked.
“Yep. I’ve been at it for over a decade. It’s time,” he said. Continue reading “Quitting Smoking: Go Home, Packers!”