If you live in the Northwest, especially on the west side of the Cascade Mountains, you get used to rain. When I was a teenager, I used to love strolling the mile between my house and my best friend’s house when it was pouring outside. There was something so gloriously messy about walking unconcerned through puddles and arriving at her …

There’s nothing quite like the adventure of falling in love. Several years ago, while living in Seattle, I fell in love with Bill, a runner who lived in Bellingham. And love, sweet love, makes miles feel short and a freeway feel like a very happy road to travel, indeed. For a couple of years, we shuffled between our two homes …

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” –Henry David Thoreau Where does inspiration come from? Some people find it in the books they read. Others find it through their dreams or during conversations with friends. I’m no stranger to sudden inspiration. I once had an idea to run a marathon on every continent (after completing …

Adventure is a risk. Take the adventure of running. We won’t risk falling if we don’t run (or hike or bike or ski, for that matter), but we won’t run if we don’t risk falling, will we? It’s a natural tendency to be careful and safe, but so many of us are drawn to adventure and risk for a reason: …

by Cami Ostman I dropped my husband Bill off at eight o’clock so he could catch the bus to the starting line and made my way to the Riverside T Station to park the car. I’d be meeting David, our friend Lindsay’s father, at 9:30 so we could spend the day together watching the race. This was my third time …