Why I Run

by Stefanie Novakowski

I love running. During a regular week, I run for a total of three or four hours, even after a few years of marathon training and intensive hiking forced me to ease off for the sake of my knees. But if you told this to anyone who knew me in high school or even in the first few years of university, they’d be shocked. I was the student who dropped Phys.Ed. after grade 10 because it was lowering my average. So, how did I go from avoiding exercise at all costs to running a marathon? It all comes down to why I run. Continue reading “Why I Run”

Right From the Start

by Marsha Brown

A month before my 69th birthday, I decided I needed to take better care of myself. I began to go for a daily walk. Every week I attempted to walk faster and soon it was easier to run slowly than walk quickly. I remember feeling a sense of accomplishment when I completed my first mile without stopping. After a few weeks, I had several black toenails. A visit to the Running Room revealed that my shoes were two sizes too small. With a pair of new, proper-fitting shoes, I continued to run almost daily and my distance and time improved. Continue reading “Right From the Start”

Re-learning to Breathe

by JJ Mackwood

While active and healthy my entire life, I had never been a runner. At the age of 31, seemingly overnight, it became increasingly difficult to breathe without pain, escalating to where simple daily tasks such as blow-drying my hair would leave me out of breath. Multiple appointments with physicians left me without answers and on one unforeseen day of hemorrhaging, ambulance transport, admittance to ICU, multiple tests and treatments I was left with a diagnosis of extensive bilateral pulmonary embolisms. Continue reading “Re-learning to Breathe”

Boston Marathon 2018

by Erin Woodrow

I stood there in awe, teeth chattering, legs plastered in mud like paper maché. Moments before, we had been ushered off yellow school buses, herded like cattle and directed to wait in large fields until our “waves” were called. People wrapped themselves in garbage bags and lay on the ground huddled close together, trying to stay warm. There were no cell phones to be found, little laughter filled the air and friendly exchanges were few. The freezing temperatures, torrential rains and heavy winds made warmth hard to find and spirits even harder to lift. There was, however, a smell of excitement in the air and an energy that even the strong winds couldn’t tame. Continue reading “Boston Marathon 2018”