Various answers to questions about the boatloads of fuel I’ve used to train for a marathon WAIT. I’m running a marathon again?! WTF.
Meet Simon Wheatcroft, my companion in the 2016 Boston Marathon, he who runs for the pursuit of the challenge. And donuts.
They refer to next few weeks as “tapering,” but I call it “holy shit it’s time to freak the fuck out.”
The headline of this post should lead you to believe that I have finally put “fear of writing titles” far behind me.
I said I’d never do this again, that this was by far worse than an unmedicated childbirth, but some things are far more important than a few hours of concentrated pain.
This one goes out to Miss Zoot, a source of personal inspiration. Thank you.
These are the faces of women who have set out to improve maternal mortality rates in this country.
“I know that I belong to a small, eclectic community of men and women where status is calibrated precisely as a function of one’s ability to endure.”
“Running under the watchful eye of Kilimanjaro” and bonking at mile 9.
I know I said I would never run again, but have I mentioned that I’m fascinated by pain?