Monthly Archive: October, 2013

The Maybe Stress Fracture

I have run only once since The Baltimore Marathon.  After the race, my left foot hurt so badly that I heard an imaginary crunch every time I tried to take a step. Walking… Continue reading

The Rainbow in the Rubble

Everyday on my bike commute to the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health, I see small things that I would otherwise not see: crushed cans, tiny bottles, shattered glass, empty syringes, latex… Continue reading

Welcome Home Hujjaj

Growing up in mid-Missouri, when checking out gallons of milk, and heads of cabbage, at the grocery store, the cashier would often ask, “Where y’all from?” Once my dad answered, “Adam and Eve.”… Continue reading

Marathons Don’t Get Easier

Last weekend, my five-year-old niece came with her mother from Oregon to visit me in Baltimore. While rushing to catch the MTA bus after a day at the inner harbor, my niece dropped… Continue reading

Last-Minute Marathon Prep

Yesterday I busted my big toe. I was trying to fold a table, and then BAM, I slammed it shut with all my force into my toe. The Baltimore Marathon happens in 5… Continue reading

Miles in Saudi Arabia

The Saudi government requires women to cover in public with a long black cloak called an abaya together with a hijab. During my stay in Saudi, I asked a friend about running outside,… Continue reading

Balah: The Prequel to Dates

In Jordanian tradition, weddings are announced with a zaffa, a procession of drums, horns, dancers, poems, and friends leading the bride and groom to the wedding hall. I attended my first ever zaffa… Continue reading