About the Author
Serena Burla
Mizuno Brand Ambassador and Professional Athlete
Residence | Ellisville, MO
Besides being a world-class runner, Serena Burla is a wife, mother, and cancer survivor. With strong performances at major events like the 2008-2010 USA Half Marathon Championships and the ING New York City Marathon, Burla continues to raise her standing amongst the running elite.
Recent articles
Adding Some Spice to my Life
by Serena Burla on November 21, 2011
Full marathon training is underway, and I have to chuckle as I think of all the ways I fall into the eat, sleep, run, repeat stereotyped runner image. My husband recently told me that I could just skip verbalizing that I’m tired at the end of the day because he already knows. He is a saint for being married to a runner.With that said, I am fortunate that my friends and family not only support my lifestyle as a runner, but also add spice to my life. They help me keep things in perspective and know how to keep me well rounded and sane. To all those who play that...
New Roots In The Rain
by Serena Burla on November 2, 2011
Last week our move became official and we left the St. Louis area for Northern Virginia. Although we missed all the real wild weather here on the east coast, it has been raining cats and dogs since we’ve arrived. When I used that expression with my son Boyd (now 2 years 8 months), I had to explain that it meant it was raining a lot and hard. He took it as an invitation to find all his dog stuffed animals and play with them - we had quite the lovely evening playing doghouse, dog store, and dog hockey.One thing I love about east coasters is that the weather never seems to slow th...
Teacher Says…
by Serena Burla on October 27, 2011
In the last month I’ve done a lot of learning around here. I can tell I’ve been acquiring new information through the process of reflection and by looking in the mirror. You see, I’m almost positive that the folds and wrinkles of my brain have expanded onto my forehead for more space. It was Boyd, my two and a half year old son, who drew me to this detail. With my cheeks squashed between his little hands he questioned, “Mom, what’s that line on your face?” As I reached up to my forehead like he was referring to something I could wipe off, I re...
