Small changes. Better relationships.
He’s not a bad man. I must say this upfront, because he’ll get defensive if I don’t. After all, he provides. He shows up to the games. He takes the…
The night before a nine-mile run, I’ll tell myself I’ll probably get seven. Not as a plan. As a hedge. The legs are tired, the season is full, seven is…
I’m good. Two words. Delivered flat, with a tone that says something entirely different. Pam has learned to read the gap between what I say and what my body is…
I can read Pam pretty well right now. I can see when her threshold is lower than usual. When the caretaking has eaten into her margin and something small is…
I am logging the miles. Slow, unglamorous, walk-breaks-in-July miles. I’m showing up through the caretaking season. Protecting the mornings. Staying steady for Pam. Holding my position in a house that…
Some mornings I walk. Not because I planned to. Because the heat is already at 85% humidity before 7am, or the hydration isn’t where it should be, or the caretaking…
Somewhere around mile three, the voice shows up. Not loud. Just persistent. How much further? And then, a few minutes later: Why does nothing feel like it’s changing? Same pace.…
Four runs a week. Most of them easy, slow, unremarkable. I’m protecting the mornings when I can get them. Finding other windows when I can’t. The run is where I…
Mile one of my last half marathon, I went out too fast. I knew it while I was doing it. I was in the group towards the front, the group…
A running coach would hate how I described what this summer’s training plan is to a friend. “Just a lot of slow, boring, easy miles,” I said. Which is technically…