Why this blog?

There was a time in my life when I thought I just wasn't the kind of person who had passions. Eat, breathe, and sleep one thing? No way., sounds boring. Confining.

Then one day, my husband told me that I had a passion for running. 

"Running isn't my passion." 

"What happens when you're driving up a hill?"

"I think about pumping my arms and shortening my stride."

"What happens when someone tells you it's going to be a 10-minute wait?"

"I know that it's a little more than a mile to wait."



Once I got used to the idea that I might, indeed, have a passion, I started thinking about other things I do:

  • I can't imagine brushing my teeth—or foam rolling—without reading a book at the same time. 
  • When I'm sad, I almost immediately start writing a story about it in my head. 
  • I start panicking if I'm 20 pages away from the end of the book and don't have the next one checked out or bought.
  • I keep my trips to D.C. straight by which long run I did which time.
  • When I come across a beautiful sentence, I have to stop. And swoon.

And then I realized I had not one, but three passions. Running. Reading. Writing. I'm not bored. I don't feel confined. In fact, I've been thrilled to discover how many ways my passions collide.

And this is where Words and Miles begins.