Archive for August 2015

On the line {fall racing plans}

There are three things that you should know about me: I love coffee, I love running and I can't refuse a good deal. And it was two of th...

Exciting news, cheese peeps! If your lifelong dream has been to tour three cheddar cheese factories, eat lunch on a goat farm, enjoy dinner ...

The scale and I have a mutual agreement: I hate it, and it hates me. It's not the ideal relationship but it's not messy or dirty. Si...

I have become a bag lady. Bags. So many bags. Pump bag, pump parts bag, lunch bag, gym bag, purse. And, lately I've added a craft bag. A...

Everyone knows that in Wisconsin, it's not easy starting up a small-scale, farmstead cheese operation. Every cheesemaker selling cheese ...

"Find your strong, find your challenge." I should probably thank Saucony for giving me my favorite phrase/piece of encouragement t...

If there was ever a day I dreaded going into a running store, it was Saturday. I had Silas' 53,203-pound car seat slung over my right ar...

There are things that I wish were easy. Getting up early, nailing negative splits, picking the perfect pair of running shoes. Running, in ge...

Five miles at 5 a.m. from the YMCA – that was the plan. And it was a good plan, too. For the most part. Oh, and by the most part, it means I...

"Mommy, you know what I want to do today? I want to ride bikes to the park." Miles looked up at me with a huge grin and pleading e...

It's official. I'm training. With a legit plan. OK. I take the legit part back. It's a mish-mash plan that I made myself to get ...

I ran a race on Saturday. It was a 10K. In New Haven, Indiana. There were 272 participants. Some of them were my friends. Some of those frie...

With more than 1,400 cheeses to try at last night's Festival of Cheese - the annual culmination of the American Cheese Society conferenc...