Committing Random Acts of Goal-Setting

  About a month ago, I decided I needed a running goal. I don’t know why I decided that. My workdays are chock-full of goals and when I get home, I generally am sick of striving. When I open the door, and see my smiling husband and excited dogs, I am a dedicated believer in [...]

12 Minute Distractions

    There is a reason why I run 12-minute miles…   I GET DISTRACTED!         I run on a trail at a beautiful place. Folsom Lake changes with the seasons. The water is receding – more sand! There’s odd fall foliage this time of year.   Clouds roll in on this [...]

Summer Moments

It’s almost October and I sit here amazed, once again, at how fast the summer flies. I love summer. The heat, the sweat, the scorching sun, starry evenings, long lit days, the feeling of endless time, endless days. (Mosquitos? Not so much.) Summer, in its typical form, showed up about three weeks ago with a [...]

Together at Wolf Hollow

The beginning of August marks a ritual gathering of the Wolfe clan in New Hampshire at Wolf Hollow – Tim and Steph’s home –  much as Labor Day used to mark the end of a summer with Cape Cod vacations and school beginnings. (August 2010) As I left California, the weekend ahead seemed to hold [...]

Run, Vic, Run

Whether I’m running on empty, running with gratitude, running through nature, running toward goals, or running after prepositions that might go with the concept of running it all boils down to something fairly simple, I like to run. I don’t run fast, some might dispute the use of this particular word when really, my gait [...]

Big Sur – Part Two

(scroll down for Part One) Race Event The day before the Big Sur Marathon, Courtney and I listened to Bart Yasso from Runner’s World who had incredible stories to share of his running career. We wandered through the Expo, checking out running gear, laughing at T-shirt slogans from the One More Mile such as: WTF? [...]

Big Sur – Part One

Signing Up My daughter Courtney was far away – serving in the Peace Corps in Mozambique. She was an anomaly as she ran through the streets or on the beach – a “Crazy American.” Truthfully, I did not want to think about her running alone so far away. I was grateful she usually ran with [...]