Thanks for visiting me at runonmom.com. 

IN THE WORDS OF COKIE ROBERTS

“A lot of women have come to understand that you can’t just show up and say I’m unhappy, you have to then go out and do something.” –Cokie Roberts

So here I am, showing up and doing something. I hope you enjoy the ride with me…

I’m Lucretia Cahill. My first name can be said several ways – my parents will say it in Spanish “Lucrecia”, my husband calls me “Luc”, and many will say “Lucriiisha” or “Lucreeesha”. It all works. I’m not a stickler. With a unique name, you have to flexible.

I have a loving, super funny husband, three of the coolest kids I know, and definitely two of the sweetest dogs. Ever. They are aging quickly 14 and 15, so we take one day at a time. 

Our loud home is filled with laughing, crying, barking, and inside jokes. The busy days are as exhausting as they are exciting, and I truly appreciate you letting me share my stories with you.

At runonmom.com, I’ll share why I love being a mom, why running or walking really fast (since ankle replacement surgery in April 2024) keeps me sane, why faith matters to me, and why human connection and stories help remind me that we are more alike than different.

Why the name Runonmom?  

Primarily, I am a mom. A mom who loved 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 crankymom.com. domain. Secondly, in my writing, I tend to run on a bit. Over the last 24 years, I’ve kept a journal of our funny, touching, and hard-to-believe family antics, and I love storytelling.

Lastly, the name Runonmom.com is pretty catchy.

Motherhood:  

As a younger mom, I used to worry about the normal things like my kids not starting school projects early enough, cello practice, flushing, the toilet paper coming over the top of the roll, hanging towels, lots of bathroom blunders.

Now, as the nest is emptying and refilling as needed, worries are different, but the feelings they bring are the same. I wonder more if the classes they are taking in college are leading them to a career, and less about whether they are wearing a jacket when it’s cold. And I wonder more about how are they going to find a job after college and less about whether they are hanging up their towels after their showers. But being a mom is the job I love, the one I am grateful for, and never complain about (out loud). I used to love answering all of the before-bed queries when utter exhaustion enticed our kids to ask OUR advice. Now I simply try to be a better listener. I cling like a koala to any conversation and am always trying to understand the family dynamic, the role each member has, and what we each bring to our tribe.

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

Writing: 

Justin, my husband, picked up a bracelet at a run a few years ago that said “What if everyone runs?” His clever aunt glanced at it, shook her head, and immediately responded, “Nothing would get done!” Which I thought was hilarious. But imagine if everyone ran, or wrote, or did something they loved each day. Even for just 30 minutes a day. Maybe we would look inside ourselves, find what we love, and forget about comparing and competing for more, more, more. 

Thank you for joining me. Remember, pace yourself as a parent, person, and a runner. Life is like a marathon: relish the downhills, reset on the flat road, and power fiercely up those inclines. The race is shorter than you think.