If I Were a Better Runner/Person

If I were a better runner/person, I would leap out of bed at the first trill of my alarm and land in downward-facing┬ádog. I would pedal my heels as the blood rushed to my head. I would breathe deeply, sigh audibly, and flow through several sun salutations before I even …

Knocked Off My Feet

Four weeks ago, the unthinkable happened. Four weeks ago I voluntarily took a leave of absence from running. Well, voluntary and not. In a desperate last-ditch attempt to cure the nagging case of plantar fasciitis that has plagued me for a year and a half, two marathons, and countless hours …