Coach Mom

My mom and me after Boston 2010 (photo taken by my 7 year old- forgive the angle)

As I was touching up an article about how running has made me a better mother, I realized the role my own mom has played in my running life.  Nearly every picture I have at various races was taken by my mother.

I am lucky to have a mom who cheers me on at every race, whether she can be there or not.  I may be over 40, but I'm never too old to brag about, apparently.  And for that I'm grateful.

So, for Mother's Day (shouldn't it be at least a whole week?) I've tried to capture all the ways my mom has made me a better runner.  She's not a runner herself, but she's taught me more than any running coach has.

Click on this page then on the link provided to read more about my Coach Mom.

My Mom Makes Me a Better Runner

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Springtime = Fresh Start

Sunshine gives me superpowers!

I love spring for the same reason I love mornings- fresh starts.  I shed my winter layers at the same time I shed my old mindsets.  I get a do-over.  And this year I really need a do-over.  Last year was, as my 12-year-old daughter would say, a bummer.  More lows than highs.  But my optimism is rising along with the temperature.  I'm feeling hopeful.  And isn't that what spring is about?  So, here's to a new season and a new outlook.  Tip toe through the tulips and soak in the sun.  Click on this page and then on the link at the bottom to check out my whole article about springtime running.

Springtime Running

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Getting Older, Getting Wiser?

Birthdays should ALWAYS be cause for celebration, not lamentation!  Eat cake!

There was a time when I really cared about fitting in.  I cared about liking the right things and discounting the wrong.  I wore clothes others thought looked great even if I felt like a clown parading around like a queen.  Those days are long gone.  I'm older, and hopefully a little wiser.  With age comes experience and the experiences I've had the last year have opened my eyes to a whole new world- a world in which my contributions matter more than my size.  My relationships matter more than my weight.  My creative output matters more than my race times.  I've taken a step back the last twelve moths and reevaluated my trajectory and come to the conclusion that life is short.  We should make it matter.  I can enjoy the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and still be the intelligent woman who can debate the merits of a political candidate.

Click on the link below to read more.

http://m.deseretnews.com/article/865648267/Getting-older-and-wiser.html?pg=all%3Fref%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fdesne.ws%2Fscmf%2FOrMCe04Lcp0lOEFKBL9G1hMM2DYDODlJEAlDTp6-RtIT7D8zfz5DLRUKOk0ER5DJxfQiUmcjxE_yF9swgNyF7G40RbK5fkQoIfLu3uityvkzL-5fGDGJnyWn6cKvRXKdJQ%2Fobn

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