The Golden Rule

Do to others as you would have them do to you.

The Golden Rule.

I love you even though you may not love me.

I take care of you even though you may despise me.

Allow me to enter the gate.

While you have slandered my name in public,

and, told me you hate me to my face,

I fear not.

I love you.

When people chose idle gossip,

to ruminate about my choices

as a distraction to their own life.

I love you.

Allow me to enter the gate.

When you cast me aside as a friend

when I am no longer

needed or necessary to you.

I love you.

Do to others as you would have them do to you.

I forgive you.

The Golden Rule.

Open the gate.

The great giver and the great thief.

“Linger awhile, for you are so beautiful.”

Stay with me

in this moment.

Don’t let it pass

so quickly.

Time is the great giver

and the great


On such a day,

I want it to float on and on,


But, surely

as day marches into the night,

it doesn’t.

Time is the great giver

and the great


All comes to end

as surely as the sun

rises and sets.

For this moment,

let me languish in the present

for it is beautiful here.

Let me linger for a while,

until the light edges from the sky.

You are so beautiful.

The great thief comes

as daylight ebbs into twilight.

Releasing me from this one perfect, beautiful





Faust – “Stay for a while, for you are so beautiful.”


Sunday, Monday

Well, I didn’t craft a run race report this weekend.

To be honest, I was torn.

But, after reflecting, I think I had a non-run but run related victory.

You see, there was a gal in my run group who, well, we got a little too competitive last year.  We are both strong runners.  And, with human nature, we like to be the best.

So, we got on the outs last year.  It made me very uncomfortable, to say the least.

It was last October that I decided to try to make amends and we did.  On Facebook, if that is any amends-making.   I hardly doubt so.

Things didn’t warm too much.

And, finally, for the first time this year, we were both in the running group.

I can’t take tension, and I don’t see the need.

So, I said “hello!”  She was lukewarm about it, and I tried desperately to engage in conversation.  She warmed up a bit more, and lo and behold we were on a bit better term leaving on Saturday.

Then Sunday was the Fairhaven Father’s Day Road Race, and the relationship even improved more.  We had a great conversation about what else, sneakers!?!  And I congratulated her on her PR.   She hugged me.  Yes, she hugged me.

Today, she joined my local running group and signed up for the hills workout on Thursday night.

I am so elated.

At this point, she is probably a better stronger runner than I.  But, what does that matter.

I also happen to think she has a natural beauty, which I don’t have.  So a little jealously always played into it.

I am so glad that we are making a sincere amends to each other.

In the end, relationships are more important.

In the AA program, they call this making a “living amends.”  It sure feels good to put that stuff aside.

Oh, and yes, I did have a great hill workout with the group.  What an excellent group it is.   Although the weather could have been a bit more cooperative.



Here I am to the left, with my friend I made a “living” amends to in the center seated.

It was great to be a part of the Fairhaven Father’s Day Road Race.  With almost 2,000 people there, I got to see many old and new friends.  That is what running is all about.

Here is my old friend Geoff Smith again!  Geoff, two-time Boston winner, took his age group with a 7:35 or so pace. Not bad for a 60+ plus!  I did the 10K but had a lackluster performance.  It started pouring mid-way through and I just felt everything get heavy on me.  The wind went out of my sails. Oh well, not every running day is a stellar one.


So sometimes it is not about the run, it is about the friendships, and that is what is most important in life.

I look forward to my hills workout on Thursday night with my old friend, new again.

In great solitude

Deep inside lies a new person.

A whole person.

Stop, listen.

Deep inside lies a belonging.

A place of no time or space.

Stop, listen.

Deep inside lies a Holy place.

A belonging to divinity.

Stop, listen.

Deep inside lies redemption.

A transfiguration.

Deep inside in great solitude

is bliss.

Stop, listen.


Sunday night race report

What a weekend. Glorious weather for a run or two.

And, that I did.  As I noted in a previous blog post, I was headed back to my old Galloway run, walk, run method.  It proved to be a joy.

On Saturday we had our long group run down in Newport.  Newport is absolutely one of the prettiest places to be on a sunny Saturday morning.

We did eight miles into Fort Adams from the Run Newport store on Thames Street.  What a great group of fun people.  It was good to be back in the running “hood!”  Of course, I am the one in pink right up front.


After that, I did a boatload of shopping at Run Newport – sale rack only.  But, yet managed to find my new Hoka Flip Flops.  Hoka’s are a brand of running sneakers that I can’t go without.  I think I have at least three under my bed in all colors and one more on the way in the mail (they were on special).  Not to mention that the Hoka Clifton (my style) 4’s are being released next week. Oh Vey!

Of course, everyone got a bit of giggle at my expense for my teeny tiny sized feet.  Hey, good things come in small packages mind you!

After all this running and shopping, I needed a nap.  Running does that to me.  Self-imposed and much-needed sleep.


Lo and behold, the running didn’t stop there.

Today, was the Day of Portugal 5K in the North End of New Bedford.  Not a favorite.  It seems like the North End is always pretty dirty, but I figured it would add a bit of speedwork to my week and I am Portuguese too.  Who else would wear socks with their flip-flops?

The race didn’t start until 10 a.m., and I knew that was going to be a bad thing.  The heat was already building up earlier on in the morning. While it may seem temperate out, when your core body temperature rises, it can go as high as 20 or more degrees.

So by the time we got started the temperature was 75.  And, there just doesn’t seem to be a stitch of shade anywhere along Acushnet Avenue or Ashley Boulevard.

I decided to use a 2-minute run and 30-second walk strategy for the race.  But, it heated up mighty quickly, and in fear of overheating, mid-way through, I dropped that down to a 1-minute run and 30-second walk.

Needless to say, part of my frustration is that the local Track Club just doesn’t get the”Galloway” method and one of the local “legends” yelled across to me, “Robin, stop that Gallowalk stuff!”  Nope, not I.

And, I came in to prove that I didn’t really need to – taking 5th in my age category.  Plus, this was old fashioned chip time, and my Garmin watch registered a better time.  I shaved 30 seconds off of this same race from the previous year.


I am just not going to give up my Galloway no matter how much “heat” I get at the races.

In fact, I am going to step it up to show that this method works and you can be quick on your feet.

Strength training is going well.  Paul notices that my back and shoulders are showing evidence of it.  He says most 45 year old’s would be envious – what do I know, I can’t see back there.

My diet has been tightened up a bit further, and I am now down into the 120’s.  My goal is got to 120 soon.  So out went my Kashi and in came the Cheerio’s. Right, Cheerio’s better than Kashi – yep!  I just have to rid myself of the Diet Sunkist’s.  That will be last, I assure you.

It is not easy as you age, but damn, I am dedicated and persistent, and I am not going to let age deter me.  I have some work to do yet, and I am going to continue to do it.

Next week is the Fairhaven Father’s Day 10K on Sunday.  And, let’s see how my time compares to the last years’ one.

Here is to another week of training!

And, just a side note, a gentleman just won a 100-mile race down in the Keys using this method:

Congrats to Marc Burget (on left)  a veteran #Galloway runner who WON the Keys 100 miler using Run Walk Run! He maintained a 9:20 overall pace using .45mile run/30 second walk.  He said it was, "Frustrating to watch the leaders run off at the start of the race but stuck to the plan.  Had caught most of the leaders by mile 25 and they were in bad shape overheating.  I had barely broken and sweat and felt fresh. I literally thought entering this race I had no chance to win and was  not the fastest runner, but by mile 50 I was feeling so strong and confident." Great work Marc and congrats! #runwalkrun #athleteoftheweek #ultrarunner #100miler #rundisney #werunsocial #instarunners #instarun #RunFlorida #keywest #runbrag #teamrundisney #gallowaymethod

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Is it the Mercedes or the Jeep?

So, I missed Mt. Cranmore and it dropped me in the female standings.

Screen Shot 2017-06-09 at 8.26.53 PMFunny, why does status mean so much to me.

Well, I have three more races to make this up.

I have this life coach.  And, her name is Dr. Ellen.  Dr. Ellen keeps pushing and prodding me – sometimes willingly and sometimes not so much – to live the life that I really want to live.

And, I was explaining to Dr. Ellen that I had bought a 2014 Mercedes E250 Diesel.  Top-class.  Except, I hate to drive it.  The darn thing is too luxurious, too pretty.  So, I went out and bought an old Jeep.  And, I use that old Jeep more than anything and LOVE it.

So, Dr. Ellen keeps prodding me to:  “Keep asking yourself does this feel like my Jeep or my Mercedes? It seems like your Jeep is more you and makes you happy, while the Mercedes is more about status.”

I don’t particularly want to do the races, but yet I want the standings.

I want to focus on marathon training… long distance stuff.  For the past two years, I have won the USATF Masters Long-Distance Gold Award.  Phidippides was the originator of the marathon as a messenger in Ancient Greece.


Lately, I have been good at telling others to only do what makes their heart sing.  And, I am torn between status.  Pick the Jeep or Mercedes.  Which one?

I have been blessed in my life to have come to know some great people.  For one is my idol, Jeff Galloway, an Olympian and the originator of the run, walk, run method.  I have been on his retreats, spent time running with him, and have just enjoyed emailing back and forth.

He and his running method make my heart sing!  He believes that the marathon should be accessible to everyone who wants it and that running should just be plain fun.

Here we are together last fall in Newport, RI.


And, I have come to be good friends with two-time Boston Marathon winner and elite runner, Geoff Smith who resides in Mattapoisett, MA.  And, Geoff’s philosophy is you just run to run.  No longer competitive after major hip surgery, he believes in running for the pure joy of running.  He calls it “Everyday” running. Some days he runs for 30 minutes, some days for an hour.  But, he just runs to enjoy running, just because he now can and once couldn’t.


So, two Jeff’s/Geoff’s and they both espouse the benefits of just enjoying the run for the run sake – to have fun.  No status, just the run.

The problem is, why can’t I?

Is it the Jeep or the Mercedes?

I wish I could say with my whole heart for sure what really truly matters to me…

Deep down inside I know I am a Jeep girl, but yet, I like to keep the Mercedes in the garage to look at.

Only do what makes your heart sing.  Only love what you love.  And, love it with all you got.

P.S. – and, Paul says they are both my “Boyfriends” – OH to be so lucky!  A girl can dream…and, speaking of dreaming, good night.




Me enjoying the run and enjoying the fun in “other” Jeep like days!



My good gal Heidi, a courageous cancer survivor, just enjoying the run!

Once upon a time…an average fairy tale.

Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Albertina Alfonse. Albertina came from a village called Povacao on the island of St. Michael in the Azores.  Born in 1924, she grew up in a very “tight” family network on Rockdale Avenue in New Bedford.

Albertina as a young woman met Ernest Barboza whose family owned a farm in Bliss Corner.  Ernest’s family came from the village on the other side of the mountain from Albertina’s Povacao, called Nordeste.  Albertina and Ernest had a love story that was probably like any other love story.  But, it lasted 69 years.

Albertina is my grandmother and Ernest, my grandfather.

Albertina was my hero, she meant the world to me.  She raised me like her own and she was like a mother to me.  I don’t know quite what it was about Albertina, or “Tina” as she was known.  But, she had spunk.  She was different.  She was funny. She always had a smile. And, she was very, very feisty.

My grandfather worked a ton.  He managed Tanza Liquors in Dartmouth and before that he worked in our family business, Perry Liquor Store on Rockdale Avenue in Dartmouth. He served in World War II as part of the Ski Brigade headed to Italy, except he never made it to Italy.  He got altitude sickness at Camp Hale in Colorado and was discharged sent to finish out his duty at Quonset Point in Rhode Island.

After being let go from the service, he traveled by train back to New Bedford where one late night, he knocked on the window to be let in.  He was home.  And, Albertina was very, very happy.

69 years.  They couldn’t be apart. They fought like cats and dogs, but they adored each other just the same. I remember her saying at the age of 80+, “Ernest, you are NOT the same man I married.”  And, I had to giggle silently to myself.

After my grandmother passed away in 2011, my grandfather couldn’t bear to live a day without her.  Just mere mention of her name brought tears to his eyes.  He passed away at the almost age of 96 on January 7.

I married my husband on their wedding anniversary July 24 in the hopes that I too would live a long, life with my new husband.  But, that was not to be.  I will never forget her stern words to me after my husband died. She said, “Robin, let me tell you this one thing. Dennis is gone and he is never coming back.”  Well, that sobered me up and made me move on in life.

Life is different these days without Albertina.  It is just not the same.  I wonder how I have I been able to make it this far without my rock of a grandmother.  She had a spirit I can only hope but emulate and a love for a man that I envy.

Sometimes these stories just need to be told.  They need to be captured for the moments they were.  Precious.  Delicate.  Enduring.

Stories of average people, living average lives, but yet still heroes in their own sense.  Some people just have spirit. A spirit that moves others through love. Albertina was that spirit.  And, I am proud to be her granddaughter.

November 13, 1924 – March 11, 2011


Albertina and Ernest at my wedding on July 24, 2004.