I used to hate running. I would talk myself into doing it every now and then but I never really enjoyed it. Kinda like flossing. But then something changed. I developed more issues than Vogue and suddenly running reintroduced itself to me as a free therapy session. It became a sweet escape that included a brighter outlook on life and a tighter ass. And then something really incredible happened. My mom ran an entire half-marathon after being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. You know, that disease where you can’t feel your legs? That’s when I reallyRead More
I ran the San Diego Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon a couple weekends ago. My training leading up to it was spotty (at best). The foundation of my diet was ice cream and red meat. Having grown up an athlete—not a good athlete, but an accomplished try-hard—I assumed running thirteen miles would be a walk in the park. I was so wrong. Because we only walked for a few minutes in the proverbial park, and then had to keep running. I will now recount for you my first half-marathon—and possibly myRead More
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