Monthly Archives: November 2011

{checkity check}



Do what?
I did what I said I was going to do.

In this case, it was running 13.1 miles, checked off my list of 2011 New Year’s resolutions.
But in the big picture, it could have been a lot of things.
I love doing things that I say I’m going to do.
I love feeling accomplished.
(And who doesn’t?)
It’s kind of nice to have a small victory remind you of what that feels like to succeed at larger things.

Still, the best part of this weekend wasn’t crossing something off my to-do list,
it was being  in the presence of warm spirits.
(Not referring to my mother’s hard alcohol.)
Family. Friends. Fantastically happy, random strangers.
They all made this weekend an experience to be fondly remembered.

I think it’s almost the perfect segue into the holiday season.
The personalities which we surround ourselves with
have a lot more to do with our memories than the events themselves.
I rarely remember what I wore, or what I received on any given Christmas.
But I never forget how my family and friends make me feel.
{You know, the same bubbly feeling that surfaces during the movie Elf.}

And so, for this winter, my mantra will truly be:

holiday spirit, materialistic, the best things aren't things, holiday cheer

Well said, no?
And I’m not just saying this because I have about fifty cents in my checking account.
I really believe in this kind of holiday spirit.

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Wishing you and yours the best and brightest for the winter ahead. xox.



Everyone who has run knows that its most important value is in removing tension and allowing a release from whatever other cares the day may bring. 

{Jimmy Carter}

There are as many reasons for running as there are days in the year, years in my life.  But mostly I run because I am an animal and a child, an artist and a saint.  So, too, are you.  Find your own play, your own self-renewing compulsion, and you will become the person you are meant to be.

 {George Sheehan}

I always loved running… it was something you could do by yourself, and under your own power.  You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs.

{Jesse Owens}

{finding inspiration}