Having spent about three and a half hours running an ultra-style half marathon yesterday, the first actual bibbed, chipped, other-people-on-route race I’ve run in nearly two years, I was feeling very tired.
April 6, 2020
I woke up at about 530am to get myself prepped.
something something crazy, something something repetition.
February 16, 2020
About 15 klicks into this morning's race I remembered why I never do this run.
Each year for at least a decade I’ve been negating my ability to sleep in on the first day of the year in exchange for the glory of running a simple five klick race. The annual Resolution Run is a weather gamble, bringing out a thousand ambitious runners in sub-zero temperatures — fewer and fewer with each successive degree below freezing.
This year was no different.