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.
This is my attempt at showing up, 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 liveliest dogs. Ever.
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, and why running (even with hammertoes and severe arthritis), keeps me sane and the reason writing grounds me.
- reassure you you’re not alone in the parenting race,
- and hopefully, make you laugh a little
- by posting relevant content so you have a reason to pour yourself a cup of coffee and join me.
Why Runonmom?
Two reasons, okay three. Primarily, I am a mom. A mom who 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 crankymom.com. domain. Secondly, in my writing, I tend to ramble. Not in a bad sense. It’s just that over the last 21 years, I’ve kept a journal of our funny, touching, and hard-to-believe family stories and I love storytelling.
Lastly, Runonmom.com is pretty catchy.
Motherhood:
Sure, like most moms, I agonize over the wrong things: my kids not starting school projects early, cello practice, flushing, the toilet paper coming over the top, hanging towels, lots of bathroom blunders. But being a mom is the job I love, the one I am grateful for, and never complain about (out loud). I love answering all of the before-bed queries when utter exhaustion entices our kids to ask OUR advice. I adore watching our kids succeed, and I love making lunches…okay, now I’m just lying. Honestly, attempting to understand the family dynamic is what I crave; each member has their role and duties (kids: laugh here, more bathroom talk) and makes their impact.
Racing (or any sweat-inducing exercise):
A vehicle for clearing the mind, and thinking about my purpose. I’m not a fast runner, nor do I look like a runner, but wow it makes me happy. Plus, without the run/workout, my children all know I turn into a cranky, bossy-pants mom.
Writing:
Most days I think about sharing my story. I plan time to write and sweep instead, then I sit at the computer to write and end up volunteering for the school’s Sock Hop instead. The rest of the day I reprimand myself for not writing, justifying it by the fact that my dad would truly be my sole fan. And, really, he’d like anything I wrote, so maybe I’ll start writing after a nice run. Suddenly the kids are home from school, and the cycle continues.
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