Runs With Pugs

In a world that demands 100% of our attention 100% of the time, the definition of mental wellness has shifted, at least for me. It is no longer a luxury reserved for spa days or retreats; it is the vital, daily practice of reclaiming your own mental real estate. When we are constantly bombarded by notifications and expectations, finding wellness means learning how to sit in t...

Mother’s Day is the one day of the year when the usual “mom-guilt” shouldn’t even be invited to the party. While a fancy brunch is great, for those of us who live for the sound of our sneakers on the pavement, the perfect day usually starts long before the syrup hits the pancakes. If you want a day that balances your passion for the road with the appreciation you deserve at h...

And here we are: the race report I’ve been kind of dreading. The Spud Run is traditionally one of my favorite races, but my head was absolutely not in the game this year, and it really just wasn’t my day. I’m never going to regret an experience, or moving my body, but I can also tell you this is not an experience I prefer to repeat. Let’s talk about it.

To my fellow mothers (however that looks for you), Mother’s Day is often about the brunches and the handmade cards, but for those of us who lace up our shoes, there is another relationship worth celebrating. Today, I’m writing a love letter to the sport that has kept me grounded through the past 13 year. For me, running isn’t just a hobby. It’s the quiet space where I find my...

We’ve all been there. We put in the weeks of work, pin on our bib with high hopes and a good attitude, and then… everything just unravels. Maybe it was a slow fade or maybe it was a full-blown DNF kind of day, but it doesn’t matter. Whatever it was, a bad race can feel like a punch to the gut. We have to remember, our worth as a runner isn’t tied to one bad morning on the cou...