Running, specifically long distance running, has a way of stripping a person down to the inner grit and grime of who she is. The effects of using all the body's energy and breaking down muscle only to be rebuilt stronger don't discriminate between man, woman, young, old, affluent, poor, elite, not elite (read: me). Today's … Continue reading Grit and Grime
It's August 8, 2015. I'm relaxing post-run, breakfast, coffee, and shower in my (hot) house in El Paso, Texas. I don't know if I'll share this post today, tomorrow, or five years from now, but a voice in my soul is yearning to be heard, even if it becomes a draft somewhere in cyberspace. I … Continue reading Running through infertility.