Letting myself heal from an injury requires a more rugged path than I recall when I'm feeling good and/or fit. Considering how anxiety may be stymied by inspiration, I am very much appreciating the inspiration that coaching may provide. I see how som...

So I started coaching track at a southeast Portland high school. I have coached before, but this is a new experience, and I got a new introduction. The head coach, who I’ve known since competing for a rival high school, offered a much-appreciat...

In high school, as my friend Gena set up her blocks for prelims, she saw someone wearing a t-shirt that read, “Why do I run?” I’m not sure whether it startled or enlivened her more, but she proceeded to run one of the best 400-meter ...

I smelled daphne on my morning run and it woke me up to spring. When I first got a whiff of the hardy pink and white bloom, I couldn’t see it. But I could feel it. I’d just returned from a visit to the cooler, harsher East coast, which wa...

Sensing the arrival of the Northwest’s early spring, the annual tradition of turning away from some sinful temptation attracted me. Driven more by good-Catholic-girl guilt than by adherence to the Catholic faith with which I was raised, in light...

Happy Leap Day. This 29th day of the seemingly longest month of the year unfolds only once every four years. Kind of like with the track and field Olympics, the Trials, championship competitions and special events, we wait for certain times to be abl...

So last week’s Valentine’s Day festivities focused on love, which was largely expressed, celebrated and/or bemoaned with at least a taste of chocolate and its potent allure. Although my Valentine rendered the Hallmark-honed day fantastic, ...

“No more than an hour a day,” she cautioned. “You’re too low.” New York Presbyterian Hospital’s endocrinologist, a resident at Columbia’s Medical University, made reference to how at one point or another lead...

Are you scared of the dark in those inky swells beyond your mother-promised and carrot-granted night sight? Did your parents ever follow you in the car, headlights dimmed in the night, as you strode through fast repeats on your neighborhood loop? Do yo...

I cannot seem to jump out of bed eagerly these days, especially for those early scheduled runs in dreary drizzly weather. Maybe it’s winter’s lack of light, maybe it’s recent family stress, maybe it’s the grueling limbo of j...