We sat around my in-laws’ dinner table, sipping coffee and sampling my latest baking experiment. The discussion meandered around to the topic of marathoning. My father-in-law, a talented poet, dug out some limericks, penned after several notable races, including his first half-marathon. He comedically recounted the experiences that anyone who has run races knows. Feeling
Before getting into the meat of this week’s post, I want to offer a gigantic ‘thank-you’ to everyone. I published the news about my addiction almost one week ago. Since then, I have received hundreds of comment, e-mails and private messages, providing encouragement. Thank you for your grace, compassion and, most of all, love. In
I am always telling people, “I’m not perfect. I mess up all the time.” But, I always sense a bit of skepticism. A silent response that says, “But I see you on Facebook. Your kids are so cute, you’re happily married, you have great parents, you eat tons of fabulous food [insert your perception here]. All
