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Streaking

I think I'm going to streak.

Yup, I'm ready to go on a running streak for the holidays. (What did you think I meant?)

If all goes to plan, today will be my final rest day from now until Jan. 2 because I've decided to try out the holiday running streak challenge (Runner's World has some info here). The idea is simple: Run every single day from Thanksgiving to New Year's Day. In order to count as an official streak, your runs have to be at least 1 mile, but you can log as many as you want.

I've decided to try this out because I am sooo close to hitting my lifetime goal for Weight Watchers, but I also want to enjoy the holidays and not sit in the corner like a hungry curmudgeon while everyone else bakes cookies and drinks hot cocoa. I want to find a balance of enjoying the holidays without ruining all my progress. And dang it, I want to hit that goal!

I promise you I won't be logging long runs every day, or even every week any more. I want to add in the extra…

A perfect race for me: The OSU 4-miler

Location, distance, theme and swag — each factor makes a race unique. The OSU 4-miler took me by surprise in every category, and I can honestly say it is the best race I have completed to date.

First of all, location. Our starting line was just outside of Ohio Stadium, on a crisp fall morning in Columbus. Awesome, right? Even more awesome was the finish line, which was right on the 50 yard line of the Horseshoe. That's right, Kyle and I ran "Across the Field" to end our race.

 The distance of 4 miles had me skeptical at first. Why not a 5K or 5 miles? Who knows. All I know is that the course took us on a scenic tour of campus, and time seemed to fly by, despite the fact that my phone died right before the race, leaving me without music. Four miles ended up being the perfect distance to make me feel accomplished, yet still able to enjoy the celebration when it was over.

The theme, obviously, centered around a love for all things Ohio State Buckeyes. Former football and ba…

Sweating out my emotions

I know I've shared a lot of running posts that are all "Happy, happy, happy!" (Yes, Duck Dynasty is a new obsession), but sometimes running isn't so great. Sometimes I run out of anger instead of joy.

Take for instance, my long run on Saturday. Normally, weekend long runs are a place of peace and calm for me. I enjoy having a good stretch of "me" time, with no pressure to get back home before heading off to work. Just the idea of getting out there with nothing but my Camelbak and my music puts me in a great mood.

Not this time. This time, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I was angry, frustrated and annoyed by certain circumstances in my life. I almost blew off my workout because I didn't want my poor mood to ruin one of my favorite activities.

But I went anyway. Quite simply, I ran because I was pissed off. I went faster and pushed harder because I needed to lash out in some way. While I had planned to run 8 miles, I quickly decided I needed 1…

Look for the good, despite all of the bad

On Monday, Oct. 25, two teenagers were arrested and charged with inciting violence after allegedly plotting an attack at Edgerton Local Schools. The plan was deemed credible by officials and included a hit list of students and staff. This column in reaction to that news was published in The Bryan Times Monday, Nov. 4, 2013.

It wasn’t the first time our newspaper had coverage of a school threat, but this was different. Things had changed, and suddenly it was too close to home — literally.

Columbine, Virginia Tech, Sandy Hook, Chardon — the people in those cities said “We didn’t think it could happen here.” 

I suppose I thought the same thing despite the evidence that attacks can happen anywhere — schools, malls, marathons, movie theaters. Still, as I walked back to my desk after lunch Monday, the news from Edgerton stopped me in my tracks.

And the thought really sunk in: “Yes, it can absolutely happen here.” 

Nothing happened — but it could have.

Social media isn’t always the best place …