My relationship with running mirrors my relationship with my body: a circuitous journey of love, hatred, passion, and distrust. Running has been taken away from me many times — countless bone injuries, some mysterious niggles, and a couple episodes of burnout outline this relationship. This, however, was the first time I’ve made the choice to step away from my running shoes. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it.
My hands slipped on my sweaty quads as the sun dotted the trail through the trees. Mud-stained calves strained on the incline, and not a word was said. Rocks scattered the trail, and as we turned the corner, hoping for a reprieve, an audible sigh was heard behind me. The climb continued. We moved forward — upward — rhythmically, … Continue reading Preparing to Adventure
HGTV hummed in the background and a stack of gossip magazines were lazily stacked on the table next to me. My hands rested on my lap, tightly woven together. Thumbs anxiously pressed against each other, I hummed to myself. A combination of Beyoncé and Sylvan Esso circulated through my head — my pump up music driving to … Continue reading I am an active woman. At any weight.
I wanted gloves. It was a cold Saturday morning when we came together, and my fingers were pressed tightly within my thin sleeves. Jacket gloves, some would say. We were meeting by a nearby trail, a good friend of mine and a new friend. She was the first one there, also shivering. Small talk ensued … Continue reading Running through the Female Athlete Triad: Samantha’s Story