I promise — no more talking, writing, or dreaming about running the ½ marathon after today. But now, simple truths and happy surprises from this Sunday: * 21.1 kilometers is really far. I’d like to meet the Einstein that thought this would be a fun jaunt…except it was fun. Hard too, but that’s what training… Continue Reading
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D-Day or race day, whichever
This is it. 48 hours from now I’ll be mid-race. I can’t decide if I’m nervous, excited or about to throw up. It’s probably equal parts of all three. One moment I’m sure I can do this; I know my zone and once in it, it’s a comfortable place to be. Moments later I doubt… Continue Reading
I run to be strong, happy, and for a tight tush. Sue me.
Two years ago this week I began running. It started with a hard look at what I was and wasn’t doing and the realization that I needed to change something. I had passed the 40-year milestone and being out of breath by the time I got to the top of the stairs wasn’t on my… Continue Reading