This weekend, I ran the Hood to Coast relay with 9 other women and two intrepid dudes. I only knew one of these people before we started, and she was in the other van. Does that sound nuts? If you’re familiar with HTC (or Ragnar, its cousin), you already know it is nuts. For these... Continue Reading →
Running is not like other sports. Ever seen one of those shirts that says “my sport is your sport’s punishment?” Ha. It takes a certain kind of person, I think to learn to enjoy running. There’s no ball. There aren’t rules. There aren’t goals, or points. . . it’s just people, moving their bodies forward quickly.... Continue Reading →
What’s your relationship with running like these days? Mine has been really chill this past year— I haven’t been training for something, I haven’t been chasing a goal, or running fast (not that I was ever fast). The last race I ran was a 10k in January of 2018 (!?). But I’ve been out there.
Is there something happening in our brains that is separate from our conscious awareness and our intellect? Maybe we don’t all have the structures needed to comprehend beauty. Maybe it resists structure.
Watching friends, old acquaintances, and perfect strangers do epic things on social media can be super fun. Woah, people do all kinds of crazy cool stuff! Trips and ultramarathons and insane workouts and grad school and babies and, and, and. It’s fun to watch— but there can be an insidious kind of creep from fun... Continue Reading →
I’m not a fast runner. I’ll never win a major race, and I’m not particularly interested in going after a big marathon. I just like to run. Similarly, I’m kind of a lousy reader— slow, prone to mixing up letters and words, easily distracted. Yet, I love to read, and I love to run. I... Continue Reading →