Shifting the Frame

Shifting the Frame

This post is honest and it won't be for everyone. It's the pent up, mind churning post that's been marinating in an attempt to assess the essence of the happy runner, on both her best and her worst day. I wanted the happy runner to be for the optimist, but in true form she will always be a realist. Just as happiness will always be a choice.

It's on my way to work that I have the most ghastly thoughts. This is likely because I'm headed to one of if not the very last place I'd like to be going. It's as I stand down on the subway platform dripping sweat and feeling like a horse raced too hard on a hot day that I look around and feel actual loathing. I'm disinterested by everyone enduring their morning grind because I’m consumed in my own. I yearn for a pollution filled breeze, just to feel like anything is moving at all. My mind fills with dreams to run (really, to run away) to take the edge off the dread I have in returning another day to a place that doesn’t fit my skillset with people who don’t seem like they’ll ever relate to me.

It wasn't always this way. In my last job I loved the people I worked with. I respected and looked up to them. I felt they were my friends and my advocates inside and outside the work place. I didn't like the work there either, so I took a leap of faith and began a new adventure.

See, that’s the thing isn’t it? We’re told again and again to take a chance, start an adventure, close our eyes, and “leap”. We read books and stories, watch movies, and hear reports on all of the amazing things that can happen if you just “take a chance.” I’m here to represent the 99% of the world where this didn’t go as planned. I’m here to tell you that I’m sitting smack dab in the middle of the part in that book where they tell you “I failed 100 times before I got it right.”

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A Proper Send-off for Summer ‘16

A Proper Send-off for Summer ‘16

It’s the week back after the long Labor Day weekend, and the first unofficial start to the fall season. According to mainstream media, summer is over, white attire is retired, and autumn crisp is right around the corner. This has been a roller coaster year in life and running. It has been a year of re-assessment, of running for the sake of run love, having bad runs – bad days at work, bad commutes, and bad hair days – and being ok with it. This year was the concession to the reality of the quarter-life crisis. But most importantly the rising from the doubt, the dating myself, and slowly re-positioning the frame to smirk at my own imperfections with the love I can only imagine comes from the slight bit of pride that builds from knowing you created the best version of yourself.

This weekend was a capstone of sorts on the progress of that journey. There was no grand race, award, project, or accomplishment. Like the rest of summer’16, the weekend was different – but also better – than expected. Eight ladies set off early Friday morning for our camping adventure in Minnewaska State Park, just outside of New Paltz, NY. The objective of the weekend being a starter weekend for bonding, an exceptional weekend for bonding, and a much needed break from city noise and Saturday long runs. 

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Runspiration: John Fiore

Runspiration: John Fiore

Looking at the journey of a runner is a little bit like looking at the rings of a tree. When you cut into the trunk, you can see the progression of seasons and the effect it’s had on the growth of the organism. In times of drought, fire, plague, and other pollutants the tree is forced to conserve, to change, and to grow a thicker skin on the outside in order to endure a long lifetime of a constantly changing external environment.

As a runner you’re more than aware of similar changing conditions on the road and – even harder – in life. I’ve learned not to question the intentions of this unique community. Instead, I’m only able to absorb the stories in utter admiration for what the human body is capable of, but even more so what the drives a human soul.

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The Motivation Testimonials - Charity Runners Share

The Motivation Testimonials - Charity Runners Share

Recently I published an article about the sacred community of charity runners, polling them about their intrinsic pull to the road. Runners in general are a family - connected by a collective internal circuit to keep moving, keep growing, keep challenging ourselves. For many, this will to move is ethereal; it doesn't make sense, but it doesn't have to. For others, running is found because it is needed. Running presents itself as a resolution from a world of conflict. It is the natural high, the moving meditation, and even the pain we sometimes need in order to feel again while we heal.

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Run Love: Why I will forever cherish charity runners

Run Love: Why I will forever cherish charity runners

In the deepest corner of this loving community live the charity runners. Theirs is soul sweat - a community connected beyond the notion of the runner movement. They are healing and moving together for their cause. I myself have been a charity runner for the past three years, and as it’s nurtured and inspired my own personal runner journey, I was curious to dive deeper into the charity runner mindset, and discover what exactly keeps all of us so tight-knit despite the diverse and ever-growing demographic.

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