Gleaming the Q

Florida. 4pm on a Sunday. We do not speak of Quarantine like we do not speak of fight club. We call it “The Q” as if it were an exclusive members only club where the drinks are poured early and strong. We all having matching “Q” outfits. It’s called spandex. Our hair is coiffed and styled by dry shampoo. Our socks don’t match. At first, “The Q” was everything I had wanted. Down time. Home time. More time. However, an hour into it, I would have traded my car, my home and my ea

The Case for Over-Loving

‘Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. … To love is to be vulnerable.” CS Lewis from The Four Loves In the month of January, the number one questions is “what is your resolution?” or “what are you goals for the New Year?” I’m a huge fan of resolutions. I make my weekly fitness

Late to the Party

Having been raised in a military environment, I’ve learned the importance of punctuality. Five minutes early is on time, on time is late, late is unacceptable. With very few exceptions (motherhood being one of them) I’ve kept to that rule. Having modeled for years I understand the complexity of a good winged eyeliner but it’s never worth being late. I ran a road race Saturday. It’s been a while – and I needed to get back out there. I run for Parkinson’s Disease – which has si

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

Two Girls and a Bagpipe

Do you ever wake up and think, ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS? 6pm on a Friday. Somewhere in Germany. I found a gem – a Friday night 5k. Cream of the crop – you get it over with before the weekend, don’t have to wake up at 4am on a Saturday and there’s usually a beer reward at the end. Trifecta. Wifi, spotty. Cell range, murky. My 5’10” co-Amazon friend came with me. (Intimidation factor.) We arrived at the GPS coordinated location 30 minutes before race time. No one was there.

The Lazy Girls Guide to Running

I’ve spent a significant amount of time in airports lately. I’m now in Europe but I imagine I’ll have to freak out my credit card and head home to check on my Irma-beaten home. For now, I’m refreshing a web cam hourly and drowning my anxieties in wine. In the midst of it all, I ran a race. Stuttgart, Germany. 3pm on a Saturday. The main event (I think. I don’t read, speak or understand German) was a 10k that started and ended on a stadium track. There was a 5k for losers-that

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

Running in Cruise Control

Sarasota, Florida. 8am on a Saturday. I CAN’T STOP SWEATING. The only thing worse than Florida at the cusp of May is running a road race in Florida in May. However, I needed to get my butt in gear and get back to racing. April is National Parkinson’s Awareness Month. In our family, every day is National Parkinson’s Awareness Month. I run for Parkinson’s, for my super athletic father who has been sidelined with it and for people struggling who need to feel lifted up. But I was

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

My Very UnGlamorous Paris Adventure

Ah, Paris! The city of love and lust, home of fashion, art and culture. I went to the famous French city to run La Parisienne – a 40,000 woman only road race under the Eiffel Tower and around the ancient city. I took the train from Germany – a very fast, very cool, very comfortable multi-hour train ride through the countryside. I read French Vogue to get me in the mood for my big city adventure. I packed leather pants, cropped jackets and my favorite black heels. The Parisian

New England – Part 2 of 2 – Girls on the Run! Run 50.

There is something magical about New England. Home to Norman Rockwell, the Kennedys, quaint towns like Hingham, MA where my father had a church for several years when my siblings were young… It’s warm and inviting even on the coldest days. And there are some very cold days. Like last week in Vermont – May in Vermont – when I ran in 1/4 inch of snow. My friend and adventure co-pilot Cherie said, “I think it’s snowing but perhaps if we don’t talk about it, it will go away…” Tha

North & South Carolina

I’ve finished the Southeast and the Mid Coast Atlantic on my journey to run a road race in all 50 states to honor my father and his battle with Parkinsons Disease. Sometimes when I’m tired or sore I wish I had decided to do a movie marathon instead. Or a 50 state vineyard challenge. Or chocolate around the world tasting challenge. Or test-your-liver-limits vodka challenge. But, as my friend and teammate Will reminds me, “If this was easy, everyone would do it.” South Carolina

Louisiana

3 races, 3 states, 40 hours. MS/AL/LA Louisiana — 8:30am on a Sunday My flight left New Orleans Sunday at 10:45 AM. The race was 20 minutes away and started at 8:30am. I knew three things. First, I needed to RUN LIKE THE WIND. Second, a photograph was going to be the only proof I would have since my New Orleans tour lasted 7 seconds and third I was confident i’d make it since my weekend partner in crime said, “I’ll keep the car running. You can launch yourself in.” While tryi

Alabama

3 races, 3 states, 40 hours. MS/AL/LA Alabama — 6pm on a Saturday Holly and I left Mississippi and drove a few hours to Orange Beach, Alabama. A few hours in the car after a road race running OVER A BRIDGE means sore, aching hips. (I was equipped with sturdy birthing hips which feel neither particularly sturdy nor benefitted me much during childbirth – an experience I will never blog about because there are some mental images you can’t unsee.) Anyway, running/driving/running/

Mississippi

3 races across 3 states in 40 hours. MS/AL/LA. The DEEP south.(check back for. Alabama and Louisiana.) Mississippi — 8am on a Saturday My alarm went off at 5am. My dear hostess Holly PONIED UP and drove me 20 miles along the Gulf Coast to my first race in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. It was a beautiful drive along the ocean. The landscape is flat so you can see miles and miles of shoreline, waterfront and ocean. But the view is tainted by the profusion of vacant lots and for s

Georgia – Guns, Revivals and a Cracker Barrel

Valdosta, Georgia. 8am on a Saturday. I drove 5 hours into the night so I didn’t get to fully appreciate the Florida to Georgia highway. In the morning I was able to view it in all its glory. Here’s the highlight: Billboards. So many billboards. In a 5 mile stretch you can buy a gun, sell a gun, buy another gun, buy a rack for your gun, a holster for your gun and a gun for your gun. You can buy a bible, borrow a bible, share a bible or read a bible with someone who will also

Lent.

I am not Catholic. Sacrificing for our faith wasn’t a part of our Easter time rituals. (Be clear – there were plenty of pro-faith sacrificing we did. Stay tuned for my “Dress as your favorite Wise Man or Shepherd” Halloween post.) I remember there were a few years my father gave up his beloved daily pot of black coffee for tea. Those were not happy years. This year, in the interest of being stronger, faster, thinner err healthier, I’ve decided to give up alcohol. You can now

The Day Stardust Died

David Bowie died. The day after, David Sime died. This post is about him. My father has always been a good athlete. As a young kid in Fairlawn, New Jersey, my dad met David Sime. They played together. Motivating each other, they became great athletes. Co-captains of their high school football team, track, pick up basketball – whatever they did they did it well and together. Dad went off to be the star football player at Wheaton College. David went off to be a football, baseba

Maryland

Baltimore. 2pm on a Friday. I’ve lived in Maryland for 2.5 years. When choosing a place to live, I looked at a map and decided I wanted to live half way between DC and Baltimore. I’m about 11 miles outside of DC. Do you know how long it takes me to get into the city? 400 hours. But it’s fun to be near the epicenter of power. DC is the Mother Ship. The Home Base. And depending on your side of the aisle, The Death Star. The best local races are in DC along the National Mall. Th

January 1, 2016 – Commitment Day

October 10, 2014 I made a commitment to run for a year. I am not a self motivated person. I don’t wake up every morning and say, “TODAY IS A NEW DAY LETS DO GREAT THINGS!” In fact, I dislike those people immensely. I’m more of a “CRAP. I have 7 minutes to walk the dog, feed my kid, shower, dress and get out the door…..” So when I decided to run a road race every weekend for 1 year, (52 consecutive races for the mathematically challenged) no one believed I could do it. But I d