I was standing at the finish line when he crossed it. It was December 1, 2020, a cold and windy Connecticut afternoon, and I was wearing a mask - because, of course, I was; it was that year. He had just run 3,255 miles across the country. Ninety-four days. San Francisco to the Connecticut shoreline. And I was right there, close enough to touch him, beaming behind a piece of cloth, watching him run toward the water with his crew chief while news cameras rolled. I didn't exist

I'm writing this little blog post because I didn't want to let a 5-second locker-room comment take up space or overshadow a reason to celebrate.

My long, winding, broken - but healing - relationship with running Early Miles - My first encounter with “good pain” and “bad pain.” My relationship with running started in 2002. At 30, I was a new mom looking for the best way to squeeze exercise into a busy schedule. I’d always defaulted to cycling, but I knew that jumping on the bike involved a bit more planning and equipment, i.e., more time than just throwing on shoes and running out the front door. Running was the obviou

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