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And just like that, we find ourselves less than two weeks away from the Boston Marathon, which is so hard to believe. This will be my
Life’s about starting new chapters, isn’t it? We’re constantly starting new chapters…completing old chapters…always learning and growing from them. Most of the time, we don’t define
This fall, I was pretty wishy-washy about signing up for races. I signed up for the half at Milford because I told my friend I’d
Josh had predicted 1:29, and I said, “no way.” I was 100% convinced it was NEVER going to happen this training cycle. He also told
Alright. There isn’t much to it. I got lost after mile 2, ran my 3rd mile with uncertainty, realized I was off-course after 3 ½
I finished my run and quickly walked through the door. I was staying at my in-law’s shore house, and I entered into a room filled
“So you said you’re allergic to exercise, Mary??”“Yes.”“And this has happened before??”“Yes. Twice.”“And what did the doctors do to you when it happened before?”“Just epinephrine
I signed up for the Fairfield Half on a whim: I figured it would be a good way of staying in shape after the NJ
I knew that a couple good girl friends had signed up for a 10k race; but having just completed the NJ Marathon a few weeks