Tag: running
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The Overqualification Olympics
Overqualified. Overeducated. Over fifty. Enthusiastic. Reasonably caffeinated. This is my situation, and I am choosing to find it funny. Mostly.
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A Half Marathon, a Stranger, and the Race I’m Really Running
The morning air was a lie, the hills were brutal, and I was just trying to make it to the next mailbox. Then a stranger at the finish line said something that made me realize I’d been running a different race the whole time.
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Nothing to Fear
Two miles. Wind in my face. Sun out. Quiet. Peace I’ve felt before, even in moments when everything went sideways. That’s what faith is. And with it? You have Nothing to Fear.
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Like Apple Jacks
Two miles today. First run since December. Hard and slow and so good! Something clicked this morning. If you’ve been waiting for a sign to get back to the thing you love, this might be it. Today was the day for me.
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A Brief Inconvenience
Is it worth it to show up? Misery loves company. We lied. We just didn’t want to be alone. Showing up depends on what you’re carrying.
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What Once Was
Four runners passed him as he sat on the park bench, sipping his hot coffee. Jones chuckled, remembering the first half-marathon, a 13.1-mile race he completed twenty-three years ago, holding the cigarette between the fingers of his right hand, a small paper coffee cup in the other. He smirked, not because their form was off…