In times of crisis, I always hit the road. Sometimes solo, sometimes surrounded by my familiar pack. The breathing, the rhythm, the simple act of propelling myself onward, is a form of prayer for me. Running is my sanctuary; the running community my tribe.

This week, the miles mean even more, and I’m offering them up to those who need healing and peace. May we all find it.

“One might say running is an absurd pastime. But if you can find meaning in the kind of running you must do…then you may find meaning in the other absurd pastime: Life.”
~Bill Bowerman


  1. This tragedy has been so hard to move through because of the joyful nature of the gathering. Thank you for your words and we all join you in prayer for peace & healing.

  2. This week has been so difficult. I have had few words and lots of tears. Thanks for your post…you always have such a thoughtful way of looking at things and I appreciate it.

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