So how was the marathon? It’s a question I’ve heard at least a hundred times since Saturday, but one I’ve rarely answered the same way twice.
Archives: on the run
What do you do when a celebrity crush gives you sage advice mere days before you undertake your first ever marathon? You listen, that’s what.
I expected to talk about reducing my mileage and increasing my carb intake in preparation for the Richmond Marathon. Unfortunately I’ve got some bad news.
You know how in movies and on television they show life-altering accidents in slow motion, and you, as the audience, are caught in this drawn out moment of OH MY GOSH THIS IS HAPPENING?
In the beginning, my biggest struggle with running was the time I spent doing it.
I’ve always been the kind of person whose body and emotions are closely connected. So, it should come as no surprise that my shin splints have me under a little black rain cloud, Eeyore-style.
Despite a meticulously constructed marathon training plan, I’ve wound up with the dreaded shin splints.
Running is gross.
“Running a marathon is hard.” I can’t tell you how many times, since I started this project, that I’ve heard that phrase.
The return to running after a disappointing, and incredibly hot, half marathon experience turns out to be harder than expected.