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Running in the Rain

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 …

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A Sense of Belonging: In Praise of Running Clubs

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 …

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The Return of the Mountain Runners

“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 …

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The Art of Falling

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: …

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The Boston Marathon: Reflections and Resolutions

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 …

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Lessons from the Back of the Pack on Every Continent

Story by Cami Ostman Photos by Bill Pech One morning back in February of 2002, I suited up in some old cotton sweats, parked my car beside the Green Lake trail, watched for a few minutes as Seattle’s walkers and roller bladers zoomed by me, then inhaled deeply and started jogging. I wasn’t a total stranger to running, but I …

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