The lesson I’ve learned is that success comes in many different forms. Some forms of success just happen to attract more praise and recognition than others.
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.
Lane 9 Project May Writing Prompt: It was supposed to be easy... One mile. Slow, careful, calculated. Just one mile. It was supposed to be easy…but it wasn’t. Anxious, hesitant, and excited, I strided out of the driveway and descended down our dead end road. I took a right at the intersection and a left … Continue reading It was supposed to be easy…
L9P Community Member Post: Katie Mulcahy “She gonna be a fat chick, she keep eating all those peanut butter cups.” Spoken by my 15-year-old brother’s friend. I was 7. Peanut butter cups were my favorite. Growing up I was aware of weight, aware that being a “fat chick” was a bad thing. My mom and … Continue reading How long distance running and becoming a mother ended my disordered eating
Mary struggled with an eating disorder in high school and as a college athlete. She’s recovered—coaching and inspiring others to do the same.