I just signed up for my 14th marathon

Yes, I did. Official training begins in November, but since I’ve got a half marathon coming up in October, the journey has already begun. Having these races ahead of me feels grounding, especially right now.

My heart has been heavy with recent events. Running has always been a place where I process, reflect, and carry both the hard and the hopeful. The miles don’t make the pain disappear, but they do remind me that forward motion—one step, one breath at a time—is still possible.

Brenham on the Run is still very much alive, and I’m so grateful for it. I've even added a free Saturday run group, a space where runners of all paces can show up, be accountable, and share in the simple gift of running together. I miss my old running group, but this new chapter is hopeful in helping to bring that sense of community back.

This marathon journey feels extra meaningful, too. I’ll be turning 50 years old during taper time. To me, that milestone isn’t about slowing down—it’s about honoring the years behind me while leaning with hope into what’s ahead. If 13 marathons have taught me anything, it’s this: planning is key, but so is heart. The miles matter, the schedules help, but it’s the people, the moments, and the reasons we lace up that carry us through.

Here’s to turning 50 with gratitude and strength

See you on the run. 🏃‍♀️✨

Back at It: Why I Still Love This Niche Gig

It’s been a little while since I’ve posted—life’s been full of travel, full of motion, and full of miles (lots of them!). But last week, I had one of those moments that stops you in your tracks—in a good way.

A recent Downtown Brenham tour reminded me exactly why I started Brenham on the Run in the first place.

My guest was visiting from out of town, escaping the busyness of her demanding job for a little “awaycation.” When she was planning her day in Brenham, she Googled “jogging tours,” like she does in other cities. And to her surprise, our quaint little town had one. She told me, “You miss so much when you’re just looking out the window of a car—and walking takes too long!”  That sweet spot of jogging—fast enough to cover ground, slow enough to take it all in—is exactly what she was after. And exactly what Brenham on the Run is all about.

This isn't a big-business operation. It's a niche gig for sure. But there are folks out there who, like me, believe that the best way to experience a place is on your own two feet—with a little bit of sweat and a lot of curiosity.

🟢 Coming Soon: Saturday Running Group! As soon as summer travel winds down and I’m more available on weekends, I’ll be starting a free Saturday morning running group—a casual, welcoming way to move together, take in the sights, and meet fellow locals.

Stay tuned for details, and follow along on Facebook:👉 @brenhamontherun

Until then—keep moving, keep exploring, and never underestimate the joy of seeing the world at a runner’s pace.

—Brenham on the Run 🏃‍♀️💚

Chasing Coastlines & Small Town Charm: Early Spring Miles Recap

The last few weeks were a beautiful blend of family time, baseball games, and running adventures. We headed down to Corpus Christi, Texas, to visit my daughter and catch our son’s baseball games—a double win in my book. Between cheering from the bleachers and getting some concession stand snacks to making time for some crab legs, conversation, and quality time with my girl—does it get any better?

Of course, I packed my running shoes. There's something about jogging along the coastline that clears my head and fills my heart. Wind in my hair, water on one side, wide open sky—Corpus did not disappoint.

Next up? Round Top, Texas. A totally different vibe, but just as delightful. I joined friends for a girls’ getaway to celebrate a fabulous 50th birthday. We stayed in a boutique hotel tucked just close enough to the action, but quiet enough to feel like a retreat. Between charming shops, antiques galore, and laughter, I squeezed in a run through the quaint town. There’s nothing quite like exploring a new place with fresh legs and good friends nearby.

Two weekends. Two towns. Two very different but equally special running backdrops. That’s the beauty of “on the run”—you never know what the road will bring.