Photo by Guiseppe Milo. Used with permission. As regular readers know, I am an avid runner. I started running in 2011, at age 47, not being able to run 50 metres to save myself… or anyone else for that matter! But I made a promise to a dear friend that I would do it and keep doing it, and I have. And while I completed my third official half marathon this year, and plan to do an ultra next year, it hasn’t been easy. There have been injuries along the way that have required rest and rehabilitation. Travel has often rudely
Continue reading...…and what makes you pull the covers over your head and hope it all goes away? When my relationship with The Italian ended after five years, I was devastated. Heartbroken doesn’t even begin to describe what I felt in the aftermath. I was left with nothing. I had no job, no friends, no life. I had to completely reinvent myself. And part of that process was (please don’t laugh) going to see a life coach. It was a process that was both confronting and enlightening. I discovered more about myself in those few months than I had in, well, forever.
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