Running Hills to the Sound of Music

The last time I went running in Norway it was winter and I was unknowingly six weeks pregnant.  It was a challenging jaunt through the wooded area behind Hubby’s childhood home, but it was exhilarating.

About to go on a run with my SIL.

This winter, I went jogging in Norway again and this time I had my gorgeous sister-in-law with me. She’s recently been bitten by the running bug and is training for her first half-marathon in September.  Before arriving in Norway, we emailed … Read more ...

Top 10 Blog Posts of 2011

It’s the day that I spend time looking back on the year that’s passed and today I’m visiting old blog posts to guide me down memory lane. Here are my top 10 posts of the year. Thank you for taking time out of your busy lives to read about mine, I wish you a wonderful 2012.

10) We came, we saw, we shuffled. This was about Hubby and I’s Shamrock Shuffle Race. I still smile when I think how he carried me across the … Read more ...

One Year Later: My First Marathon

*I wrote this Oct. 22, 2006

When I crossed the starting line, I was terrified and wondered “What in the hell am I doing?” It was very cold with wind chills in the mid-to upper- 30s and a little drizzle here and there on the course.

But the only chills I got was from hearing the crowds cheer, especially because I shamelessly had my name plastered in big yellow letters across the front of my black shirt. (A friend of mine gave me … Read more ...

… I Think I Want To Run A Marathon

*I wrote this on Oct. 15, 2005.

Are you there God? It’s me… Melanie… and I think I want to run a marathon.

Yes, a marathon. A 26.2-mile, life-changing journey. The grueling feat that has claimed lives, millions of hamstrings and probably billions of toe nails. I don’t know why, I just have a yearning to do it. Well, to try to do it. I’ve been running off and on for two years. Usually just one or two three-mile runs a month. Then in … Read more ...

Blogging From Bermuda: A Run Along Front Street

It was 7 a.m. and I was pretending to be asleep because I didn’t want Jane to ask me to go on a run with her. We’d been out dancing until 2 a.m. and though at dinner three of us said we’d go for a morning run, I was praying we’d all be equally hungover and simply sleep.

Front Street in Bermuda.

Then, 9 a.m. arrived and Whitney came into the room, dressed and ready to pound the pavement. I groaned. This is happening. Jane … Read more ...