Category Archives: running

early thanksgiving

My original thought last evening, after rocking out insanely for 13.1 miles, was to simply offer a post of thanks for all of the incredible artists – some of whom I’ve loved for my whole life, some of whom are … Continue reading

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jet lag: a whirlwind trip to planet cancer

Last fall, in the aftermath of my GI scopes, I remember coming home from work one evening and flashing back to the “bite blocker” being shoved between my teeth, and feeling like I was an escapee from some kind of … Continue reading

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fight club

It’s no accident that I haven’t written since my ovarian sister Sarah Feather passed away last month.  I see now how she served as some kind of reference point for me, as if every time I sent my words out to … Continue reading

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gut feeling

The dead of winter has officially arrived.  If it’s not snowing, it’s raining, sleeting and freezing.  Roads and sidewalks in our wooded suburban enclave have grown treacherous. Today, though bitter cold, was at least dry, so a few hours ago, … Continue reading

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echo chamber

Words have never come with greater difficulty than they have in the weeks following the death of a fellow young adult cancer warrior with whom I shared an essential but hard to define connection.  I didn’t know her well, but … Continue reading

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inarticulate speech of the heart

I woke this morning with a singular focus:  take a nice long run, hopefully my longest yet, to start the day.  For the past two weeks, I have been fighting a losing battle with the cold and dark, and have … Continue reading

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speaking out; running hard

By all rights, I should be curled up on the couch with Peter Carey’s Parrot and Olivier in America, sipping my Riverhorse Belgian Freeze, breathing deeply and calmly, engaged in some kind of conscious regrouping after a long and eventful … Continue reading

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when the hangover strikes

During law school, my husband often talked about the hangover that would strike after the extreme stress and pressure of preparing for exams.  You focus, you strain, you concentrate so hard, and once the exams are over, you find yourself … Continue reading

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dreams, whiplash and pre-scope anxiety (oh my!)

It is expected and logical that the eve of two surveillance scopes (lower and upper GI in a delicious one-two punch) would find me in a somewhat heightened state of anxiety. The psychological whiplash goes something like this: Spend an … Continue reading

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actually, it kind of IS about the bike

Last weekend marked a huge milestone in my journey away from cancer and back to life. It crept up on me, rather unexpectedly, and left me filled with a lighter-than-air sense of triumph.  After cycling seventy-five miles from the outskirts … Continue reading

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