Journal

Reclaiming my Time: False Starts

I told myself I’d sit down and write whatever came out.   She isn’t even asleep yet. I put her in the crib, stuck a pacifier in her mouth, and killed the lights. I kissed her on the head and

The World is a Mess and I’m About to Have a Baby

I’m about to have a baby.   And my mind is full of mass shootings and asinine arguments and interpretations supporting inflated 2nd amendment rights, and protests being misinterpreted, and Ta-Nehisi Coates’ realistically bleak view of the future of race

No Pride

I don’t say “my athletes make me proud” for two reasons. One, they aren’t mine. Two, that’s not their fucking job.  When I watch them walk past me and step out onto the track, their dreams as exposed as their

How to Run

Go easy with self-criticism. Do intervals with aspiration. Go long with forgiveness. Freeze time at the viewpoints.

Back from Sabbatical

I expected that retiring from pro running would be followed by some disorientation, but I didn’t foresee needing a total break from it all. This is the story of transition, of how a shift in what you do can lead to feeling like a stranger to yourself, and how I used a sabbatical to sort some things out. Special thanks to the Gilmore Girls for helping me through the final push.