“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
This is my attempt at showing up; this is my something. I truly hope you enjoy, and thank you.
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 be flexible.
I have a loving, super funny husband, three of the coolest kids I know, and two of the sweetest senior dogs. Ever.
Our loud home is filled with laughing, crying, barking, and inside jokes. The busy days are as exhausting as they are exciting. Over the years, life has slowed down as the nest empties and fills up again as our kids post-college pursue jobs and, for our daughter, law school. I’m the youngest of four girls, and my mom and dad are 87 and 90, respectively. So my stories are varied and perhaps a little like yours. Love and loss, hope and haplessness, delight and despair. 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.
Thank you for joining me,
🙂 Lucretia
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, 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 everyday 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, and lots of bathroom blunders.
Now, as the nest empties and refills 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 they are 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, each member’s role, 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.
runonmom.com 