Sunday morning, we woke to heavy rains. With the sunrise, the rain dwindled, then stopped and left humid, heavy air. As my friend and I started the Steamtown Marathon, which begins with a descent through several small Pennsylvania towns, we felt the weight of the...
This Saturday morning, 5 am found me out on the streets of Sylvania, Ohio, where I meet to run with my running group. I didn’t know it when we started, but I had stumbled into a group of the “fast runners.” Within a few minutes, they pulled far ahead...
I woke to the sound of rain, steady and unrelenting. I love rain for sleeping, but I got out of bed at my usual time, walked downstairs, opened our sliding door to the cool air, and made a cup of coffee. While waiting for the brew, I stretched out on the couch in our...
