A year of running — and what it has taught me

I've consciously limited the number of times I write about running, because it's usually the same story: "I was nervous, it was either too hot or too cold, but I did it." But I think this weekend's race merits a blog post of its own. Yesterday's 10K race marks one year of Rafia Officially Running!… Continue reading A year of running — and what it has taught me

Running in December, with a cough, and in hijab

I ran outside in December! It was, I will admit, unseasonably mild today. When I checked the forecast on Friday and saw that it was going to be in the 50s today, I thought, "I hope I feel better by Sunday. Gotta try to make a December run on the trail, if I can. How… Continue reading Running in December, with a cough, and in hijab

Becoming whom I never thought I could be

One of the most beautiful things in life is proving -- not others -- but yourself wrong. I guess you could say I've done this before, in tiny spurts, but something feels different now. Are these the post-Hajj blessings? Perhaps. It's not in spiritual matters, so I can't know for sure. Although, that doesn't mean… Continue reading Becoming whom I never thought I could be