When I rediscovered running in 2011,
the reason I did so was to literally run away from people. I was looking
for a decent one-hour break during my work day where I could just be alone,
away from shitty colleagues and stupid email chains, and straight-up rediscover
the glory of my existence.
It's been five years, and unfortunately, searching for my raison d'etre is still one of the biggest reasons I lace up--the only difference is that the whole "I just need an hour to deal with some shit" part is closer to a day and a bit now.
It's been five years, and unfortunately, searching for my raison d'etre is still one of the biggest reasons I lace up--the only difference is that the whole "I just need an hour to deal with some shit" part is closer to a day and a bit now.
This race report is not a happy story. It starts out pretty dark. And then it depicts the pains of running a Hard Rock qualifier all by yourself.
But it gets better.
(Also, it's a long one, so maybe pour yourself a glass of wine first. Or split open a tube of cookie dough. I don't know, whatever floats your boat.)
(Also, it's a long one, so maybe pour yourself a glass of wine first. Or split open a tube of cookie dough. I don't know, whatever floats your boat.)