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Quiet Month, Loud Return
So… I’ve been radio silent for about a month. Not because I don’t love you (I do, I promise), but because I’ve been welcoming the quiet. Sometimes you need to step back and let things settle a little – career, health, family, sanity – before you pop back up with something worth saying. And while…
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Shuffling Back to Fine
You know what doesn’t get enough credit? Feeling fine. Not amazing, not life-alteringly happy, just…fine. Okay. Not like you’re one wrong sneeze away from a nuclear-level emotional meltdown. That’s the vibe I’m riding into this summer, and honestly, I’m here for this. After what has felt like a lifetime of surgeries, medical appointments, and falling…
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Why I Started Running (And Why 5.5 Miles on a Treadmill Is a Never-Ending Hamster Wheel of Death)
Look, I started running to cope with the stress of my healthcare career. Healthcare staffing through Covid and post-Covid is not for the weak. I didn’t start running for fun. And not because I love exercise. Because my stress needed an outlet, and apparently, eating ice cream in a blanket burrito doesn’t count as cardio.…
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The Perils of the Long Run: 20 Laps of Monotony, Footballs, and My Slowly Deteriorating Sanity
Saturday, I ran 5 miles. On a track. For the uninitiated, that means 20 relentless laps around the same oval of pure mental torture. Twenty.Fucking.Laps. Like a hamster in some cruel endurance experiment designed to break my will. As if that wasn’t psychologically punishing enough, a few rogue highschool football players decided to turn my…
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Running My Way to Surgery (Because Apparently, You Can’t Just Nap Your Way There)
Listen, if there were a way to prepare for surgery that involved lying on the couch, binge-watching Netflix, and eating snacks, I’d be a gold-medal contender. But nooo, apparently, the best way to get ready for my upcoming breast reconstruction surgery is to be healthy. Ugh. So here I am, lacing up my running shoes, hitting the pavement,…
Playfully True: Notes from a Not-So-Graceful Life 