Hey. It’s me. I know it’s been a while.
If you’ve been here before, you know this blog was born out of a promise I made to myself — to come back to running, to come back to me. And if you’re brand new here, welcome. You’ve arrived at the beginning of something good.
I’ve been quiet for a few years. Life has a way of doing that — pulling you under, rearranging everything you thought you knew about yourself, and then slowly, almost without you noticing, setting you back down somewhere new. Somewhere unexpected. Somewhere that somehow feels exactly right.
“I didn’t lose running. I outgrew the version of me that needed it in that particular way.”
Here’s the truth: I stopped running for a mix of reasons. My body needed something different. My life got complicated in ways that made long training runs feel impossible. And somewhere in the middle of all that, I found myself on a trail — not a track, not a road — just a dirt path winding through trees, asking nothing of me but to keep moving forward. And I did.
I fell in love.
Hiking gave me back the things I thought I’d lost when I stopped running. Thesilence that clears your head. The physical ache that reminds you that you’re alive and capable. The way nature doesn’t care about your pace, your PR, or your past — it just asks you to show up. And I have been showing up, one trail at a time, quietly rebuilding myself out here where no one is watching.
But it’s time to stop being quiet about it.
I am Marathon Maniac #4872. I am a mother, a grandmother, a cancer survivor, a domestic violence survivor, a CPA firm owner, and a woman who has never — not once — stopped moving even when everything in her wanted to. The terrain has changed. The boots are different. But the heart behind every step is exactly the same.
“Same soul. New boots. Same woman who refuses to quit.”
So here’s what you can expect from this space going forward: honest stories from the trail. The hard climbs and the breathtaking views. The days I didn’t want to go and went anyway. The way hiking intersects with running a business, raising a family,holding onto faith, and doing the quiet daily work of becoming whole. I’ll bring all of it here — the mess, the beauty, and everything in between.
If you followed me for the running, I hope you’ll stay for the journey. Because if I’ve learned anything out on those trails, it’s this: it was never really about the miles. It was always about the woman doing them.
I’m back. Buckle up. 🥾
With love and trail dust,
Runmom_6
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