When I was a web producer at The Boston Globe for the health section, I had a blog.

The blog followed my quest to become a runner — something I had always wanted to do but wasn’t sure I could.

I started running after my son was born. That was 12 years ago.

Since then, I’ve run countless races (2 Boston Marathons, 2 North Face Endurance Challenges, countless half marathons, and lots of 5ks and 10ks).

But I haven’t been dedicated to my health and my running in the same way that I was. I call those days filled with dedication “the before times.”

Before the pandemic. Before work slowly took over all of my daytime hours. Before I turned 40.

I’ve been thinking about starting up this blog again not just to talk about things related to reproductive care, but related to my life and things I love.

Right now, that means figuring out a way to get back to myself. Back to running. Back to lifting. To rowing.

It starts tomorrow with a little track session with my son (a new cross country runner).

It also starts with a conversation with my new run coach (yes, even coaches need coaches).

If you are so inclined, follow along.

I know I can’t do it all, but I know I sure as heck am going to give it my all.