51 vs. 20: Final

I have never run a more stressful 5K in my life! 20 woke up early and was raring to go and, I’ll be honest, I panicked a bit at her obvious motivation so I jumped out of bed, chugged a protein drink, and dressed for battle. As the group of runners clustered and waited for…

51 vs. 20: T Minus 2 Days

Two days this week, my husband has gently but firmly placed his hand on my shoulder to wake me up at 5:50 am. No, I did not kill him as is my first instinct at being roused before 6 am. His life was spared because my need to NOT be humiliated on Saturday is much…

51 vs. 20: The Countdown

In the days leading to the big 5K on Saturday, here is a summary of our scuffles so far. 20 caught a cold and has a stuffy nose so we gave her meds. Being sick did not stop her from talking all kinds of shit though. She is determined to beat me even if she…

Flower Power

I was walking down the street feeling blue. I’m not sure why I was feeling morose or maybe I’m absolutely positive as to the reason but it doesn’t matter in this telling. Scene: It was bright and sunny but I was wasn’t feeling it. I had errands to do and my mind was in shattered…

I’m not a runner. I’m a faller.

We went for an early morning run around the Tidal Basin. It is truly one of my favorite places to run. There must have been some recent flooding because there was stretch of path that was completely covered in wet, silt-smooth mud. There were many squishy footprints left by the people who decided to push…

51 vs. 20

It goes against all motherly instinct to want to crush your child; yet — here we are. I want to crush to my child. I want to destroy her, obliterate her! I would die for her. I would literally take a bullet or sacrifice my last breath for her but that little jackass has ignited…