The night before the 2013 NYC Marathon. Running doesn’t tuck me in at night. It doesn’t laugh at the fact that I sleep diagonally across the bed. It doesn’t even know how I take my coffee. Running doesn’t laugh with me when I get stuck in my sweaty running clothes and need help being
Last week I got ready to run an easy seven miles with my friend Evan. I laced up my shoes and added a splash of water to the bottles in my fuel belt. Evan said with a questioning grin, “Really? A fuel belt for 7 miles?? You’re kidding, right?” I wasn’t kidding- not at all.
PR’ing Boston’s Run to Remember was amazing, however the painful feeling emanating from my hip flexors the next day was not. After 92 minutes of racing I had pushed my body to an extreme beyond what it had ever experienced and it was not going to let me easily forget it! Like many runners,only hours