Running to 40

Nussdorf, Germany 2pm on a Sunday. The last race before I turn 40 years old. It’s cold here in Europe. Road races still happen but they are few and far between this time of year. (Far-between in Europe means I may have to run in Germany or France or Italy. First world problems, I realize. Thankfully France is as far from southern Germany as NYC is from northern New Jersey.) I have had a chest cold for a solid month so the thought of running far or fast spooked my lethargic lu

Just Do It. Good Grief.

My name is Kathy. It has been three months since my last road race. I have a million excuses. Three months of excessive transatlantic travel. Three months of reunions and events and work all with my tiny tot in tow. I’m tired. I’m not motivated. It’s hot in Florida. Blah Blah Blah rough life just do it already! Florida. 8am on a Saturday. The night before a race, I start to wake up every hour after about 3am. I get anxious about little things like missing my alarm, forgetting

Cigs, Fur and a Run. Czechia.

I’m on a mission to run in every European country to raise awareness for Parkinson’s Disease which has sidelined my super athletic father. In the process, I’ve found my mission isn’t just to support PD sideliners but to encourage everyone to Run to Win – to lace up your sneakers and go for it – whatever that is, whatever the obstacles. And this blog is where I share my adventures along the way. Czechia – the Czech Republic, formerly Czechoslovakia. Ancestral home of Ivana Tru

Lace Up-Trump’s Up-Drink Up!

What does a motivational running blog have to do with an election? Regardless of what side you fall on, a new era is before us. I, in my 30’s, can not think of another time when we have been so hopeless about our future and each other. Like the last quarter of a 5k or the 22nd mile of a marathon, when our muscles have depleted their resources and our motivation is waning, we have to engage that spiritual muscle of hope in our training and faith in our body to cross the finish