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SingTeachRun was born of a whim one summer day a couple of years ago when I decided to create a Twitter account. It looked to me like most people weren't using their real names on Twitter, so I spent all of three minutes contemplating and then settled on my three-word handle. In the last two and a half years I have only logged on to Twitter a half dozen times, but last January when I began contemplating starting a blog away from my other website, I decided this title fit me pretty well.

Much of the time I feel like the name should actually be SingTeachRun? Most of my days involve singing and teaching, but the running--well that is much more sporadic. For a variety of reasons, chief of among them being laziness, I often go months at a time without running. Nonetheless, running is in my soul. It pulls at me--calls to me. Just this morning, I saw several people running in the dark, at 6:00 a.m., and I longed to be one of them.

And I will be one of them, again. Soon. Really.

Because no matter how lazy, how tired, how busy, running always pulls me back. It is not a drudgery. It is a joy--even when I'm out of shape, and sore, and pushing myself so hard that I have to starting counting out loud to keep myself going (a decade-long trick of mine for distracting my brain from the pain). I am never, ever sorry that I have run.

And so SingTeachRun will remain--without the question mark at the end.  SingTeachRun.

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  1. Nice, although I do not share your longing for running at 6:00 a.m.

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  2. I'm feeling grateful for healthy legs and feet after weird injuries over the last 18 months. So you'll find me out there in the dark (headlamp, fleece hat, a good book to listen to...) 2 - 3 mornings per week from 5:30 - 6:15. 25 degrees is my limit! It is really hard to get out the door, but I'm always glad when I do. I love your new blog, Laurie!

    Amy

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  3. I Love it! I often times while driving, see runners and think; " I want to be on a run!" Does that mean I'm longing for running too? (Did I just say that?) There just seems to be something about a good run that I can't quite explain. By the way, I love your posts!

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  4. I'll never forget the moment I broke through the agony on a run and actually enjoyed the rush it provided. It was up Nez Perce and down Perimeter at U of I where I caught my "2nd Wind," and from that moment I never looked back. That was almost 20 years ago. I hope I can stay healthy and run for many more years. Night runs and early morning runs are definitely my favorite and 32 degrees and light snow are perfect! Love the comment about the headlamp above. Fantastic post.

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  5. Thanks for the comments, everyone. I love the picture of Amy out in her headlamp! Paige--you long for it! I love that! Mac, I know you don't long for the cold, dark, early morning run, but you are such a champion runner--the ultimate running partner for rookies and veteran runners, alike. Coach, love the image of your first 2nd wind! You guys make me want to run!

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