Another Mother Runner Post

Another Look at Another Mother Runner

mother-runnerI think we’ve probably established that I’m really, really excited to be a part of Tales from Another Mother Runner, right? Well, let me tell you: it’s even more exciting when you actually have a copy of the book in your own hand.* (It is for me, anyway.)

Can you see that, right there? “A collection from badass mother runners.” My 14-year-old self is doubled over, laughing, thinking that this is a joke.

This is not a joke, kiddo.

My words — my actual, personal, first-person words — are right there in black and white for the whole world to see. Right next to my name. And that’s when I realized just how long it’s been since I had a published byline. (I think it was one of the National Jeweler publications, circa 1998. Yeah, it’s been a while.)

three-half-marathonsOnce I got past the initial “whoa!” moment when I finally held it in my hands, I sat down and read it from cover to cover. And I loved it. This is no surprise, of course. I was already a big fan of the Mother Runner books, Run Like a Mother and Train Like a Mother. That’s precisely why I was so excited and honored and awestruck that Dimity and Sarah would want little ol’ me to be a part of this one.

I’m so glad that they did.

So yes, I’m thrilled. And yes, I hope you read it. But lest you think that I’m some sort of running genius now, let me give you a little insight into the other things that are going on in my life.

  1. Last week I ran 10 miles in a new sports bra. My sternum may never recover from the chafing.
  2. Tonight I thought I’d get smart and test out a new pair of running shoes on a short loop. The good news was that I was faster than expected. (Yes!) The bad news is that I now have hot spots/pre-blisters on three toes. (Boo.) How that can happen in under two miles is a mystery to me.
  3. At baseball practice yesterday, I threw more than 120 long pop-ups to the outfield. My right arm is now fundamentally useless and simply dangles from my shoulder. Looks like my career as a middle aged female ballplayer is over before it started.

But in spite of my physical limitations, I’m still a badass mother runner who’s part of the #1 book in Amazon’s “Women in Sports” category. This is just awesome.


But don’t just take my word for it. The Assistant came home from school, nestled himself among the throw blankets, and started reading. He says, “It’s pretty good. I like the part where you talk about your son.”


* Side note: the copy that I pre-ordered from Amazon actually got here before the preview copy from the publisher, which only adds to my lifelong confusion about how the U.S. Postal Service actually functions.

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2 Responses

  1. Congratulations! On a side note, I’m pretty sure Amazon has some sort of mail voodoo magic. We get stuff from them here in a week or so. Packages from almost anyone else take 3-6 weeks.

  2. Alisa says:

    It’s weird stuff, especially when Amazon sends their one-day delivery items via the post office. I mean, how can they deliver one and not the other?

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