After months of life as we know it changing in much of the country (and world), we’ve all in our own ways been adjusting to our new normal. Many aspects of our lives have been forced to change. It’s safe to say we all view this as temporary, but how temporary this will be is the million dollar question. Are we looking at weeks, months or years? Perhaps the worst thing right now is not knowing the end date. Today on my own run, I had a “come to Jesus moment” – if this “new normal” were to last for years versus months, how do I navigate my own life and assist in the lives of my clients? What habits and routines have I established since mid-March? Are they positive or negative? Are they sustainable for the long haul?
On my run today, I thought about hypothetically what role my relationship with running would take if it didn’t involve races, group runs with my team, or treadmill classes. What would I do? What purpose would running fill? What goals would I set? What structure, accountability, and support would I need or want? That’s a pretty personal answer, and one that no doubt can and will change. The GOOD news is that running outside is literally one of the safest forms of exercise during this pandemic.
So you’ve decided you may want to work with a running coach, but aren’t sure where to start or how to make the most out of the experience. Not to fear, this blog will help answer most questions and hopefully guide you in the right direction for your journey!





As most have heard, the weather on Patriot’s Day was anything but kind. Marathoners are pretty tough people, and Monday demanded our mental strength to carry when our bodies succumbed to the elements. I often preach to my runners that they need to learn to train in most elements because we never know what we’ll be handed by Mother Nature on race day. Monday was a reminder of that. Not surprisingly, the runners I know who preformed best were the Winter Warriors and the Ultra Marathoners.
My calves felt like they were on the verge of cramping due to the cold around mile 14. I did everything I could to prevent cramping from happening, which meant changing my stride, form and pace in the late miles. I knew I was better off adding a minute to each mile than cramping and needing walk and stretching breaks in the elements. At the finish, I could barely lift my legs. My hips were in incredible pain, so cold and tight, and I wasn’t confident I’d make it to my hotel without a wheelchair ride to medical. Marni and the cup of hot cocoa at the finish line were the only reason I didn’t end up in a wheelchair.
