Christina Rosalie

{ This is my topography. }

Face to face

I joined a marathon training class last week, and on Tuesday I sat in a room with twenty other people (all but two of which were women) for the first class, where we got to meet each other, talk about our goals, and take a peak at the crazy running schedule we’ve all decided to [...]

Finding what it takes

Running along the lake in yak tracks, the late sun on the horizon above the lake looked like someone spread apricot jam across a rent in the clouds. Snowflakes hit my face. Ice below the snow along the path was slick and see-through. The lake waves cut up onto the cold pebbles of the shore, [...]

Not ready to run in place

I give in to the shortness of the run. Not enough time to feel my ligaments loosen, to feel my stride fall into it’s own syncopated rhythm, so I push forward faster than usual. The path down to the water is covered in yellow leaves: the shape of pennies that get put through those curio [...]

The way we operate

We went on a run tonight, along the lake, as we do most nights. A little over 4 miles in all, our route takes us past the busy city center, and then down along the waterfront bike path where old train cars sit abandoned on rusted tracks, painted with fantastic graffiti art. The path is [...]

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    I am a writer, mixed-media artist, idea starter, stalker of wonder, finder of four leaf clovers, and mama of boys. ...{more}

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