She Ran the Bluegrass. It was supposed to be difficult, a rollercoaster of hills. But she kept keeping on. Never slowing and power blooming in her bones with every passing…
She Ran the Bluegrass. It was supposed to be difficult, a rollercoaster of hills. But she kept keeping on. Never slowing and power blooming in her bones with every passing…
She ran this weekend. But it was different. It was the first time since those awful days of spring that she hadn’t wanted to quit midway through a race. The…
The runners bounced around, shivering in the thirty-degree weather, when the rainbow appeared. She snapped a photo with her iPhone. No need to search for the pot of gold. Remembering…
(*Last weekend I ran a half-marathon and set a PR. This is the transcript of my internal monologue. I’m not sure it answers the question Why do I run? but…
