That’s me–the one on the left–running the Savannah Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon with my running partner.

Running teaches us about ourselves and the world around us. We learn what we can and can’t eat before a 10-miler. We learn the location of every bathroom–from the porcelain at Krispy Kreme to the most remote tree in the park. We learn who inspires us to keep going, and who we’d rather leave behind.

On group runs we talk, we counsel, we complain and we celebrate. We try our best to keep moving forward in spite of injuries, children, husbands and chaffing because if we stopped running, well, we’d simply be standing still. And if we stood still, we’d miss out on the journey. So here’s a blog about the journey I started one day back in 1995, when a quarter-mile almost killed me, yet for some reason I didn’t understand at the time, I kept lacing up and eventually became a runner. This year, I’m again honored to be the official race ambassador for the Publix Savannah Women’s Half and 5K. (And you can get $10 registration using my code: OTR at checkout or here!)

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Today, I run solo and in packs. I run to win and merely to get by. I’m not an Olympian, professional athlete or coach. But I am a runner. And if you’re reading this, I’m guessing you are too.

So this blog is for you, and me, and for anyone who ever thought maybe running without being chased by killer bees isn’t entirely insane. You’ll see yourself in some of these posts, and I hope you share your experiences on the road as well.

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