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Parent, Run, Write, Rinse, Repeat

Mom.  Runner.  Writer.  

Those words define me.

Fine, so do the words:  Crier.  Snacker.  Yeller.  Cleaner.  Burner (of meals)…Whiner, Over-Volunteer-er (new word), and recently, inventor of words…and more…but why not focus on the fun stuff first?


Sure, like most moms, I agonize over the wrong things: starting school projects early, cello practice, flushing.  But being a mom is the job I love, the one I am grateful for, and never want to complain about.  I love answering all of the before-bed queries, when utter exhaustion entices our kids to ask OUR advice.  I adore watching the kids succeed, I love making lunches…okay, now I’m just lying.  Honestly, understanding the family dynamic is what I crave.  Each member has their duties (kids: laugh here – no potty language!), and makes their impact.


A vehicle for clearing the mind, and thinking about my role, my purpose.  I’m not fast, nor do I look like a runner, but wow does it make this mom happy.  Plus, without the run/workout, my children all know I turn into a mean, bossy pants mom.


Most days I think about starting a blog.  I plan time to write, then clean instead, sit at the computer to write, then volunteer for PTA jobs instead.  I spend the rest of the day reprimanding myself for not writing, justifying it by thinking my Dad would truly be my only reader. And, really, he’d like anything I wrote, so I’ll start my blog after a nice run.  Then the kids get home from school, and the cycle continues.

Why Runonmom?

Two reasons, okay three.  Primarily, I am a mom.  A mom that loves to run – as I get older, my joints hate it, so I’ll do any exercise that infuses a touch of serotonin in my system, if not, I’ll have to purchase the domain also.  Secondly, in my writing, I tend to ramble.  Not in a bad sense, it’s just that over the last 12 years, I’ve kept a journal of our funny, touching, and hard-to-believe family stories, and there just might be someone out there (Dad) who wants to read them.  Lastly, is just plain catchy.  Thus:

Pace yourself as a mom and a runner, life is a marathon (with some heartache and joint pain, respectively).

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