Today, Mountain Kid 1 turns 12 years old. I remember at the age of 28 or so, my husband was driving up this mountain in Appalachia with a statue on top in the dead of winter. I looked at him and said that I wanted a kid by the time I was 30. Two months … Continue reading Surviving 12 years of parenting
Category: Parenting and running
There are voices in my head. You may have heard them too. They say things like: "You're too old to play chase with your kids." "You had too many kids to wear that in public." "You are never able to finish a project. Why try to (Insert something you really want to do)?" "How are … Continue reading A 2nd chance — cross-country training
Right now, the crickets and cicadas are chirping and hissing on the dune. The dull crash of the waves echo in the distance in a calming rhythm -- swoosh in, swoosh out.We have been trying to make for lost time this summer. At least, it seems that way. Things from my husband's past have been … Continue reading Summer shuffle
Are you getting the most out of your workouts? After a bad few weeks due to life changes, Mountain Mama and Mountain Kid 1 are back at it, counting miles and making them count.
Today, Mountain Kid 2 turns 9. He was the biggest baby out of the three, almost 10 pounds. As of now, he's the middle kid, in between his older sister and young brother in height. But he has the one with the biggest heart. (He'll tell you he has a dark heart.) I knew he … Continue reading Getting a future scientist to #optoutside
Mountain Kid 1 and I are embarking on a different kind of training this summer. This upcoming school year, she'll be old enough to participate in school sports. So we're getting ready for fall cross-country season. I've put the zombie apocalypse training to a different course, concentrating more on running. Instead of detailing our training … Continue reading A new practice
Writer's note: This is semi-running related, it's about the power of dog poo and my littlest Mountain Kid. The leaves were brown and a little soggy from the recent snow. I stepped in to get a piece of wood I cut off for a construction project (putting a wall around an undersized window) and started … Continue reading Stepping in dog poo