The Trails are Waiting With Wonder

Silver maples in the auburn sun, pirouetting light on leaves, the sun slowing setting beyond the woods like a disco ball disappearing into a memory … I was five, six, seven… I was running like the wind, I was chasing killdeer down a long driveway lined by huge pines, my hair blowing in the breeze, my favourite…

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Courage, Dear Heart: Fear and Running Anyway

It started with sixty seconds of running followed by ninety seconds of walking, back in the spring and summer with my first series of runs. Having no idea what I was doing and with the courage of a snail, I stepped into my running shoes that very first evening to go and join my running group,…

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