Why did I run two half-marathons? I'm not entirely sure. But now I know at least two things: I can run a half marathon, and I can do it twice. (Just not in the same day.)
Monday Mugs || Welcome Home
“Welcome home!” shouted border patrol, and I never thought I’d experience such emotion to be back on American soil. Er, cement. I hadn’t been gone for very long. An hour, maybe? Though, when you’re running a half-marathon an hour feels like an eternity. Mile 4 was the Ambassador Bridge—something I’ve run over twice but have... Continue Reading →
My Love-Hate Relationship With Running
I have never known the true complexities of a love-hate relationship until I started running. Three years ago, I'm not sure what happened, but a strange urge of getting-in-shape came over me and I didn't know what else to do but answer the call. I needed to exercise to help me not be in my... Continue Reading →