Running Into Joy

Hello, dear readers.  You may have noticed I've missed a couple of weeks of my regularly scheduled Monday blog posts. At the risk of sounding like I'm making excuses, I want to be frank about why. It boils down to:   1) I have not known what to say 2) I have not been practicing good self-care Right now, we are moving through a year of massive turmoil and change. We are in the midst of a pandemic, and a massive conversation around policing and systemic racism in this country. We are, to put it in Tarot terms, in a year with Big Tower Energy. For those who aren't familiar with the Tarot, the Tower is, in my opinion, one of the scariest cards you can pull in a spread. Yes, scarier than Death. It looks like this:  The Tower from the Starchild Tarot In the traditional Rider-Waite tarot deck, this card depicts a tower being struck by lighting, causing it to collapse. The Tower, in my reading of it, represents swift and sudden change, often brought about by a particular inciting e

Happy Monday.  Or perhaps more accurately, It Is Monday.  My original plan for today's post was a training log, a stream of consciousness on each day of my training plan last week. But that does not feel useful or authentic right now.  Before, during, and after my runs, my thoughts lately are about a different kind of race.  I am, you may have noticed, a white woman. And like many white women, I get pretty darn uncomfortable when speaking about race.  But that does not, cannot, and should not mean I don't talk about it.  It has been one of many privileges of my life that I've had the option to say things like "I don't talk about race."   It is only because I am white that I have the option to forget about what my whiteness means.  I considered writing a post reflecting on times I have noticed my white privilege, or about what I have done and am going to do to educate myself on how to be a better ally. But honestly, I don't think we need an echo chamber of