Running On Sober

I'm not empty, just sober

There is a Light and it Never Goes Out

Forest Night Sky Spruce Trees Stars by Forest Wander. Via WikiCommons, CC BY-SA 3.0 US.

I am sitting at my dining room table, in my red-walled dining room, with a thick book of algebra and algorithms open before me. I am sixteen, and it is only the beginning of the school year, but already I am flipping to the back of the math book, staring at pages that look like they are written in Greek. (I imagine many of them were.) My jaw drops a […]

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So You Want to Quit Drinking

Wright, Bing. Broken Mirror/Evening Sky (Anscochrome), 2012. Archival Inkjet Print.

(the following poem contains profanity and raw imagery. it is not intended for young, nor sensitive, eyes. it is inspired by several bukowski pieces, each linked to in the footer. while bukowski, to my knowledge, never sobered up, there are few who understood alcohol’s powers as well as he did. I’d like to think he had both bluebird and kraken in his heart, and would not hesitate to let you borrow […]

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Badassery: a guest post by Dennis Meeks

Dennis Meeks, badass, with one of his first medals from the Navy Nautical Miler.
Photo courtesy of Adalyn Meeks.

I’m thrilled to introduce Dennis Meeks to you all. Dennis is a very kind and supportive reader of Running on Sober, and when he mentioned in a comment that he was in the midst of running thirteen marathons in twelve months . . . and doing it to get and stay sober . . . and doing it in his early-60’s, well I practically begged him to share his story with us. […]

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My New Rules for Running (including “I will love my thunder thighs”)

(Photo found in multiple locations on the internet.)

A few thoughts on running, and a handful of “new rules” I hope to follow in my current training season: I will stop calling myself slow. There are others slower than me. Sometimes they’re not in my race, but they’re out there, and they are running. A 12-minute mile is the same distance as a 6-minute mile or a 20-minute mile . . . one mile. I will stop calling myself a fat runner. I […]

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Holiday Sobriety and Sanity Savers

Country Church by Mark Duffy via FineArtAmerica

(This was originally posted November 2013, but I am making it a sticky post for the ’14 holiday season. I hope it helps someone. I wish you all happy and healthy holidays. -ros) I was standing in a deserted church parking, freezing my ass off, wailing like a crazy woman, a couple of days after Christmas in 2010. Oh yeah, I was also talking on the phone to my ex-boyfriend from […]

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The Secret Keepers (reblog)

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Originally posted on Mended Musings:
? I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to ask you to share this post. Reblog it, share it on Facebook, tweet it. Someone out there needs to hear this message today. Even if you think you don’t know anyone who has been abused. Even if you don’t read the entire post. About a month ago I was asked by Dawn…

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Advice Too Good to Not Share (on quitting drinking)

You know how sometimes you read a blog comment that blows you away? You think to yourself, Dude, this comment is awesome, I hope everyone reads this. But then you know that while lots of folks read comments, not everyone does, especially not if they’ve already read or commented on the post. And then you get kind of bummed out. But then you remember, hey, this is my blog and I can […]

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On Tough Love and Advice to Those Wanting to Quit Drinking

Once in a blue moon, I’ll get an email from someone who is thinking about giving up alcohol. Most times they just say “thank you for your blog,” but sometimes they actually ask for help or advice. I received one such email this weekend, and it came at a very interesting time. See, I’ve had a “tough love” type of post in my drafts forever. Well, since last November, and […]

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Feel it All, Part II (and a thank-you)

How to describe this week’s post? I guess it’s more of a continuation of last week’s “It’s Not a Shrine or Anything,” hence the Part II title. This is a bit looser, a bit rawer, a bit free-write-ier, and written in the midst of a close friend’s visit–insomnia. Rest-assured (no pun intended), my mood is fine, no worrying necessary. Free writes are just moments in time when I expel the […]

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It’s Not a Shrine or Anything

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My mother’s purse has not moved in three years, seven months. It sits on her desk, beside her computer monitor. A spider web forms a bridge between the purse and screen. Insurance forms, business cards for hospice workers, and hospital bills are strewn haphazardly across her desk’s surface. Books on real estate management and lung cancer and knitting, a Bible too, all layered in dust. Words abandoned, no longer helpful or needed. Frog figurines […]

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