Organic Running

April is around the corner, and the weather is finally warming up. Many New England joggers have already shed their winter cocoons and returned to the roads. Though I’ve not yet caught up with the action, this being my second year as a road-runner, I am much more prepared than the last, thanks to my persistence to stay the course throughout the winter as I reminded myself the intensity of outdoor running. Being a novice runner, there is always many things to learn and mistakes to make. As I was reflecting on my own experiences to share in this blog, I thought of four major areas I focused on which made a significant impact on the way I run. Read More


A Bad Relationship Is Like A Pair of Ill-Fitting Running Shoes

Having a bad relationship is like wearing a pair of ill-fitting running shoes.

If you a runner, you will completely understand my analogy. Besides our overall well-being, wearing good-fitting running shoes is critical to a run, which you hope that it will leave you rejuvinated, pain and injury-free. One time I wore a pair of xyz-brand sneakers (no, not Nike, never Nike) that were too snug for my bone-spur big toes, and by the end of the run, I couldn’t bend my toes, my Achilles heel felt like a Achilles-hell. It took a good bit of stretching and a day rest to get it back to normal. That was quite a damage done in just one short run. Imagine its effects if I kept those shoes, foolishly thinking that they will learn to “fit.” The same concept applies to any relationship. Read More

Working Up the Speed

Week 2

It’s the second week of my personal training regime. So far so good. Ok, I admit, most mornings I dread climbing out of bed in the darkness. I’m usually still wobbling when I attempt to put my legs through my running shorts. Each morning I feel my way down the stairs to switch on the light, only to realize how early it still is. I grab a small bite, usually 1/3 of a banana with peanut butter, fill up my water bottle, and off I go down the stairs. The whole time all these are happening, I doubt I could pull through the run.

Thankfully, I’m usually wrong. Read More

Run, Rachel, Run

License: Livestrong Foundation,

Asthma kept me inactive as a child. I vividly remembered one afternoon more than 20 years ago when all the neighboring kids crowded in our living room playing card games with my cousins, having the time of their lives, while I lay on the chair gasping for air…. After I immigrated to the U.S., I inched out of asthmatic terror, plus I had an inhaler to keep wheezing under control. Life was easier because I could breath. As I grew older, I started to notice how much I wished I could run. Watching athletes run on TV commercials and races always lifted me in some spiritual way, however indescribable that feeling may be at the time. I attempted to run, mimicked the moves of athletes, pretending I could fly. I could, however, never run longer than a stretch of a couple of houses without losing my breath. Pretty sad, I know! Read more…

What’s Keeping Us Waiting?

Source: MediaTinker

I remember being hooked on the Japanese manga series, Doraemon, when I was little, and in the story, Doraemon used to pull out the “anywhere” door to bring the characters to different places (usually to the beach). Though our technology isn’t quite there yet (but we can still be hopeful), it’s come pretty close to it since the commercialization of the Internet. Since then, instant gratifications has been the tough standard of the urban culture, and therefore, it’s hardly conceivable that we have to wait long for anything at all. Read more…


Growing up in Taiwan where Christmas was only celebrated by a small number of Catholic and Christian minorities, tweens and teens, I’ve only come to truly celebrate Christmas as a real family holiday after I met my husband, whose family has been celebrating this holiday for years as a way to create memories for all the cute little kids and to bond with family members. It’s been many years since the first family video was created by our brother-in-law, and we are still laughing and reminiscent over these holiday video and photo albums come each Christmas and turkey day. Read On


I almost fell for those glitzy holiday decors again this past weekend.

The glittery pine cones and a full galore of jolly ol’ Santa Claus stood on the tables like shining baits dangling in my face. I fantasized about perfecting every corner of my house to look like a spread in the Martha Stewart magazine – warm, cozy, and COLOR-COORDINATED! Read On