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.