Aimee Martin

     Choices.  Endless choices.  Big, small, major, minor.  We’re all faced with choices.  All day long, every day.  Do I sleep in?  Do I workout before work?  After work?  Do I want salad for lunch or eat out?  What shirt do I wear?  On and on and on…and these aren’t even the big ones.  The important ones.  Lately I’ve been choosing to run in the evening, which has it’s own set of pluses and minuses.  Gorgeous scenery, good weather–but darkness falls early; I might be exhausted; a kid or dog might need me; or even worse, a beer.  God knows the call of autumn beers is hard to resist.  Paired… Read More »Two Roads Diverged in a Wood, and I, I Chose…..

     This is a picture taken a couple years ago; but since I don’t carry a phone on my runs, will have to suffice.  I’m actually not sure I could improve upon it.  This is my running route, and what I see every evening.  It’s a perfect reflection of my running scene the last few weeks–that glorious late-evening-into-dusk light that only September brings.  Actually, the weather has been supreme as well–about 70 degrees when I start out, dropping slowly as I heat up.  And technically, at my house, it’s probably a good 3-4 degrees cooler.  I’m still running in my tank top, which is wonderfully surprising this late in September. … Read More »Beauty, Balls, and Bets

 Well, not really.  A Ramblin’ tomboy is more like it.  My dad introduced me young to the pleasures and pains of wandering.  Pains, because when you’re grounded, it’s an ache that tends to find dangerous ways to relieve itself.  I’ve tried many over the last 25 years, and have found a few that can satisfy even when my thirst for adventure exceeds my water supply.   Running is one that has remained a steadfastly stout companion; fast, demanding, unrelenting, and requiring little to no mental effort, which is exactly how I like it.  Yes, go ahead and go there.  I always do.     Almost a year ago, I finally got my… Read More »I was born a Ramblin’ Man