My kids know I’m a runner. They know that if they wake up early (before 7) on any given morning I will most likely be running. Even my youngest (who is 2) assumes that whenever I’m gone and it’s just daddy here that “mama’s at runnin.” Deep down I know that I am setting a good example for them and
This weekend I took the RRCA Coaching Certification course in Little Rock. It has been a goal of mine to one day become a certified RRCA coach. I’d looked up course locations but they were all out of state and far away so I just put it in the back of my mind that I would do it someday. A
I can honestly say that I’ve considered myself a runner for about as long as I can remember. As a young girl I would cheer for my dad on the sidelines whenever he raced and I ran my very first 5K around age 6 or 7. Somehow I always felt like I was “part of the the club.” In eighth
Last year as I drove myself home after the White River 4 Mile Classic I told myself “Never again!” I had read about the “challenging” course online but naively went into the race thinking it couldn’t be that hard. I guess some things you just have to experience for yourself. Hello hills and hello Arkansas humidity in August… Two variables