11Apr 13, 2012
I’m back from a run, my pulse still elevated, sweat dripping. “Mom? Â You’re sweaty.” Riley’s voice rises from the living room, where she sits waiting on me, her pencil moving over a workbook in her lap. Â Before I leave, every run, she asks me where I’ll be running, rehearses the steps with me street by […]
12Feb 17, 2012
Source: healthyfitandtoned.tumblr.com via Elysa on Pinterest Won’t you come and run with me? Â The skies are blue, the sun warm and guilding life with gold, the road open with possibility. I am a runner. Â And it teaches. And I’m not trying to be dramatic about it, but the truth is this: Â I never believed I […]