Tag: City of Roses
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Running. Again.
After two years away, I laced up at 4:50 a.m. and ran 2.09 miles. Fourteen weeks stand between the City of Roses and me. Here’s what starting over actually looks like.
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A Half Marathon, a Stranger, and the Race I’m Really Running
The morning air was a lie, the hills were brutal, and I was just trying to make it to the next mailbox. Then a stranger at the finish line said something that made me realize I’d been running a different race the whole time.