>I’m sore. I mean, my body is sore. More to the point my leg muscles are sore. Now, I’m not talking, I-pulled-a-muscle sore, or, I-over-did-it-at-the-gym sore. I’m talking sore as in I-went-on-a-white-water-rafting-trip-yesterday sore. Because I[…]

>So I finally bit the bullet and got my foot looked at yesterday by a foot doctor. I explained the situation to him and the first thing he asked me was, “Do you stretch before[…]

>Or a good run! Ugh! Today I feel like the odds are against me. I finally got up the gumption to go run and I get to the locker room and forget my combination. Seriously.[…]

>So, as I wrote in a previous post, I hurt my Achilles tendon in a race a week ago Saturday. I mean it swelled to the point I couldn’t wear a shoe with a back[…]

>So, I’ve determined I need my own personal coach. I don’t mean “life coach”, whatever that is. I mean a running coach. I don’t really need someone to run with me, but I need someone[…]

>So today at lunch I ran not feeling totally myself. I’m not sick exactly, but I just have an annoying cough. The run was good for the most part – I didn’t even really cough[…]

>So, my dilemma for this week is, “Does dinner time matter?” Now, I don’t mean this literally, I mean, I do, but my emphasis is not actually on the dinner part of dinner time…of course[…]

>So, it finally happened. I had to pay at Weight Watchers this morning. (wa, wa, wa – to the tune of Charlie Brown’s teacher). For those who aren’t familiar with how it works I’ll ‘splain[…]

>So in honor of “keeping it real” on my blog I’m going to share my monster cookie experience from last night. I realize that this is supposed to be a motivational blog, sharing my tips[…]