10-10-10, The Date to Motivate.
That’s what you’ll find on the Chicago Marathon website just above a countdown to the race, which right now reads 15:20:58:23, and keeps ticking away as the start of my second marathon draws nearer and nearer.
Morton High School appears to have a shot at winning its first Mid-Illini Conference All-Sports title since 2001-02.
At 6 a.m. Monday morning, I still hadn’t decided if I would be running the Delavan Fall Festival 10K that morning.
My legs were still sore from my Saturday morning long run and the Body Pump class I thought would be a good idea to take Friday night (yes, that’s what I did with my Friday night, and no, it wasn’t a good idea since I hadn’t done a lunge or squat in a few weeks and had a long run the next morning).
Luke was going to be running in the kid’s fun run, a quarter-mile run that he was sooooo excited for. So, I got up, threw on my running clothes (just in case) and went to wake Luke up.
What would you do if you were given $500 with no strings attached?
When I got started in journalism, a friend immediately compared me to Carrie Bradshaw. While I’m not quite up to par with her fashion sense or courageous enough to try out even the most “fabulous” hat, I am about to prove my friend right. Today, I’m blogging about shoes.
However, you will see no mention of Manolos or Jimmy Choos here. Oh no, I’m talking running shoes and even — cover your ears Carrie — no shoes.
We have a very nice online tool here in the newsroom that measures our website visits.
Perhaps, for the first time in my four years in Morton, I heard the reference to 'Old Morton' during a village board meeting at Freedom Hall Monday night.
The story regarding waved parking restrictions mentions Old Morton. I now realize, to some, this may be an uncommon reference.
Based on recent history, the Morton football team has a chance to accomplish something it has not done since 2005.
Have you noticed a new feature on our websites called “Morning Minutes?”
I got my start running on a treadmill, but to be honest, I would happily never set foot on one again if I weren’t a mother.
I thought cold, hard cash would always be good in the U.S.A. I guess the future is in cold, hard plastic.
Recently, I attended a Morton Rotary lunch with Morton Times-News editor Nathan Domenighini, who has been a member for three years.
In this week’s blog, I want to rant about flip-flops — you know, those cheap plastic shoes with the strap that goes between your toes?
When you walk they make that annoying flip-flop sound.
Lyndon B. Johnson was long before my time, but after Morton Mayor Norm Durflinger quoted him during his state-of-the-village speech, I was intrigued ...
I recently returned from a nine day trip out west.
My boyfriend and I drove through parts of seven states: Iowa, Wyoming, South Dakota, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri and Illinois.
In high school, I quit the soccer team because I hated running.
Perhaps the title of this blog gave it away, but things have changed.
I would never have believed I would become a runner. I always thought a runner was somebody who eagerly bounced out of bed at 4:30 a.m., threw on his/her running shoes and skipped out the door, grinning in anticipation of the upcoming 10-mile jog.
Is it just me, or do a lot of us return from work only to find that local businesses are closed?
Is it just me or does it seem like there are no quiet restaurants anymore?
