Thursday, April 29, 2021


"There is beauty in every run, if you take the time to look. Music, too, if you listen for it."
~Mark Remy

Today I am really excited to introduce you to Mark Remy (aka Dumb Runner).  Years ago I used to read and really enjoy Mark's column, Remy's World, in Runner's World Magazine.  While he wrote for the publication he was also an executive editor of the website and played a big role in leading the site to its overall awesomeness that continues to prevail today.  Mark is now focused on his personal site, Dumb Runner, which as described in his own words "is an online destination for runners who enjoy laughter and pie."  In addition to his role as a writer, Mark is a big time runner who has completed 28 marathons and holds a 2:46 PR which is from....well....some time ago.  Still, fast is fast.  Mark also guided a blind runner as a member of Team With A Vision for two years at Boston.  I, too, was on this team and did not make the connection at the time, which is a bummer for me as it would have been nice to meet and chat with him pre-race while we waited with our TWAV teammates.  I'm guessing he would have made us laugh and significantly less nervous.  Mark has written four books about running along with his "dumb training journal" which is worth picking up if you like to run and you want to log your training info while while finding the humor in the process along the way.  He's also a die hard music fan.  And while he has at least thirty 'favorite albums' his favorite all time band is the Pixies and he has the freshly inked tattoo on his arm to prove it.  You can find Mark on over on Twitter and I highly recommend giving him a follow as he makes me laugh out loud every single day.  And who doesn't want that?  Okay, enough from me, let's meet Mark, a runner who rocks.


Name: Mark Remy
Where you're from: Ohio
Where you reside now: Portland, Oregon
Age: 51
Occupation: writer

What do you love most about running?
I love running for a bunch of reasons, so it's hard to choose just one. Very near the top of the list, though, would be its reliability. Running delivers positive results, for me anyway, just about every time I do it. I honestly can't remember the last time I finished a run NOT feeling better than when I started. How many things can you say that about?

What do you love most about music? 
For me, music has always represented a wonderful paradox. On one hand, creating and enjoying music is one of the most human things humans can do, I think—it's elemental, cross-cultural, innate. It hits us on a gut level. On the other hand, it can somehow seem so surprising and improbable, the way people through the ages have continually come together to make and share music in all of its evolving forms.
Also, music just makes me feel good. 

Band (current, all time or both): Pixies (the only band represented on my body via tattoo) (so far)
Album (current, all time or both): Part of me wants to say, "I truly don't have one favorite album, it's more like a 30-way tie for first place." But another, more expedient part of me will just say, Mass Romantic by The New Pornographers.
Race venue: The Boston Marathon
Music venue: With maybe two or three exceptions, I haven't been to a live show in... Holy cow, like, 10 years. Maybe more. But I covered entertainment for men's magazines in NYC, circa 1999-2005, and used to go to tons of shows. My favorite venue there was probably the Mercury Lounge, a tiny place on the Lower East Side. (I just Googled it, and was happy to see it's still around.)
Race distance: Half-marathon
Show you've seen live: Arcade Fire, Bowery Ballroom, New York City, circa 2004
Ice cream flavor: Oregon Dark Cherry, by an Oregon company called Tillamook

Sweet or salty? Salty
Live or recorded? Live
Coffee or tea? Coffee
Summer or winter? Fall

Which band or artist would you go see tonight if you could? Neko Case
Which band or artist (wait...but no longer alive or playing together) would you go see tonight if you could? Velocity Girl, opening for ELO
Which band or artist would you like to have dinner with tonight if you could? David Byrne
Which band or artist would you like to be playing alongside you during your next race (or long run)? Foo Fighters

The Pixies, disbanded in 1993 & reunited in 2004

Today, I feel like ... (fill in the blank):
I can see clearly now. (The rain is gone.)  

Top 5 Songs for running, dancing or both?
First, a note:
I don't really "dance," per se. And I never ever run with music. Unless it's on a treadmill.*
* I never ever run on a treadmill.
1. Dancing in the Dark - Bruce Springsteen
2. The Rat - The Walkmen
3. Rock Lobster - The B-52's
4. Sir Duke - Stevie Wonder
5. 1 2 3 4 - Feist (My wife and I used to dance to this with our kids, in the kitchen.)

Last 5 Songs you listened to today?
1. Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads
2. Houses in Motion -Talking Heads
3. Seen and Not Seen - Talking Heads
4. Listening Wind - Talking Heads
5. The Overload - Talking Heads
(Boring, yes. I'm listening to the album.)

Listen to this:
Hear Me Out - Pixies

Tuesday, April 13, 2021


"Move and shake, do whatever it takes 
you've gotta be good, good, good to yourself"
~ 'Good 2 Yourself' by Life in Sweatpants

Okay, so after I got home and let the dust settle from the Shamrock half I quickly realized that my goal race, the Greenstride Cheap Marathon, was actually only two weeks away, not three which is what I'd been thinking all along.  Well shit, I thought, I don't have as much time as planned, which is both good and bad.  Good because I don't have to stress for three more weeks, bad because it's one less week to train and taper.  And, of course, there was absolutely nothing I could do about it so I just focused on what I could control which was getting the most out of those final two weeks.  One long run and a couple quality workouts later and it was basically go time.  Which brings us to this past Saturday.  Marathon #26.  Here we go.  It was a pretty standard pre-race day consisting of a morning track practice over in Lexington, lunch with Jeff on the porch, a lot of stretching and rolling, a fair amount of reading, plenty of eating and drinking and not much else.  I laid out my gear around 5:00pm and put on a movie in an attempt to settle my nerves which were slowly building.

Grace had a friend spending the night so I made them dinner and said goodnight at 8:15.  I can only imagine what her friend thought about the fact that I was going to bed that early.  I did a little more reading and then dozed off easily.  I was up and, despite trying, unable to fall back asleep at 4:00am.  Guess I was a little more nervous than I'd realized.  My dogs, who usually keep me company during the early hours of a race day, were up in NH with Jeff so my morning love and attention was channeled toward my coffee maker instead.

This was the most time I've ever had before a race in the morning and I took full advantage of it.  I sat and enjoyed my coffee, did some stretching, ate breakfast sitting down (instead of in my car on the way),  checked email.  I mean, I had two full hours before I needed to leave.  By 5:30 I was starting to get ants in my pants.  Too much time can start to work against you.  Fortunately, my dear friend Anoush had offered to swing by and drive me to the race.  Let it be known that other than my husband, no one has ever done this for me.  And for good reason.  Driving a friend to a marathon and waiting around as they run for multiple hours is not what most people consider a good time.  But, first, Anoush is a runner so she gets it. Second, she's one of my running partners and has trained with me through this marathon cycle so she's invested.  And third, and most importantly, she just a really good person.  She told me she was in it for the whole day and that she was ready and willing to help with whatever I needed (parking the car, taking my clothes, handing me fluids) so I could focus on myself and eliminate all the guess work.  Rock star, wingman, run angel, call it what you want; they all apply.  We left Winchester at 6:00am and got to Derry, NH easily about thirty minutes later.  Gotta love the races close to home.  Anoush grabbed a coffee and then we made our way over the race tent to grab my bib.  The weather was pretty perfect; light breeze, 50s and overcast.  At the time I was chilly but I knew I'd warm up quickly once I got going because the humidity was high so I was okay with the cold.  There wasn't much time for me to putz around as I needed to be at the start at 7:15 so I dropped my layers off at the car, pinned on my number, Anoush took a few pics of me trying to look super excited despite how nervous I was and then walked back over to the start.  

We met up with our friend Steve who had come to watch both me and his friend Courtney, who he'd gone to college with, and was also running the full.  Courtney and I have gotten to know each other these past few months and I was thrilled have a buddy doing the race with me.  She would be ahead of me because she's a fastie, but the course was looped so I would get to see her a few times mid-race which I knew would be a nice boost.  There was no fanfare to this start.  We lined up at our individual cones and the race director sent us on our way starting at 7:30 in ten second increments.  Charlie here looks ready to rock.  Me?  I'm smiling at my friends like a dummy.  So much for getting in the zone.  

Miles 1-6
Ready or not.  Go! the guy in the yellow jacket shouted at me.  I turned on my music and accidentally skipped the first song.  No biggie.  I pushed my Jaybird earbud three times quickly to go back.  No dice.  Skipped another song.  Hmmm.  I tried again.  Skipped again.  I created my playlist with just enough songs to cover my goal time with a little cushion, but not much.  So, now I was worried I'd run out of music toward the end of the race which could, no would be a major disaster.  I tried not to panic and decided it was worth taking my phone out of the Koala Clip from my back and starting the playlist over from the beginning.  I did all of this while running which was super awkward and made for a shitty start as my heart was racing from stress but it had to be done.  I got back on the right track, no pun intended, put the phone back in it's pouch, replaced it back in my sports bra and took a deep breath in attempt to reset myself.  In and out, Rebecca.  Let's try this again.  My goal pace was between 6:45 and 6:50 so I worked to find it while also trying to relax a bit to get my heart rate back down.  The first few miles went by smoothly after that.  I was running comfortably in the the 6:45 range, give or take a few seconds and felt strong and rhythmic.  I just kept saying to myself....calm down, the race hasn't started yetSettle in.  We're just warming up.  I saw Courtney coming toward me during my 5th mile so I knew I was almost at the turnaround point which was at mile 6.  I pointed at her and gave her the thumbs up.  She was looking rock solid and I knew she was going to have a good day.

Miles 6-12
For these miles, I teamed up with a gentleman named Roy (Boston Buddies singlet) who let me know he was shooting for 2:55-3:00.  He was running super smooth and steady and right at my goal pace so I worked with him closely for this section.  We hit each mile right on pace until we got to 13 which was uphill.  I made a mental note that I would be doing this hill again at mile 26 which I was not thrilled about.  The marathoners were being directed off to the right as the half marathoners, who had just started, were coming at us from the other direction.  But, Anoush was standing at the turn with a water bottle and I felt like I needed it.  So I debated for about a second and then decided it was worth going the wrong way for some fluids.  

Fortunately, our handoff was a success.  That said, all the runners I was with thought I was going the wrong way and yelled for me to go right instead of straight, including the course worker.  The whole scene was made even more chaotic due to the fact that Roy was, in fact, going straight by mistake and needed to be redirected.  We got it figured out and I did appreciate the fact that the runners I was with were looking out for me.  Though, I felt a little bad as I'd stirred things up a bit and hadn't meant to.  

Miles 12-19
As we turned the corner into the halfway point I saw Anoush and Steve.  I considered getting water again because the stops along the course were few and far between and it was getting hot.  But I opted out and kept going if only to maintain my flow.  Roy was no longer with our crew at this point.  I'd seen him put his water bottle down and assumed he'd jump back in but after a few minutes I no longer had him in sight so I buckled down on my own.  I was feeling strong as I knocked off these miles.  I knew I'd be getting to the turnaround point again right around mile 18 which gave me something to focus on.  I also knew that I'd see Courtney again which I was really psyched about, if only for the mental boost.  As she rolled toward me, I put my hand out for a much needed high five.  We nailed it.  That was awesome.  I took the turn myself and made my way to the finish.  Here's where the race begins, I told myself.  Now it's time to dig in and hold on.  

Miles 20-26
I checked my pace at mile 20.  7:01.  Uh oh.  I said it out loud.  I had a little buffer in the bank because my first 10 miles had been a little fast but I knew I could not keep running 7 minute miles and finish under 3 hours, which is what I was aiming for.  I willed myself to pick it up.  Despite this, miles 21-24 were still right at 7.  WTF???!!! I'm trying so hard.  Why am I not going faster.  It's funny what we say to ourselves mid-race when we're hurting and totally unable to control the situation, isn't it?  I managed to get back on pace for mile 25 but it was too late.  Mile 26 was uphill and while I gave everything I had, my legs were like....mmmm, no, we're kind of done now, no sprinting uphill for us.  Damn them.  

The photo above was taken at 10:33am.  Exactly 3 hours from the time I started.  I was at mile 26 and change.  I could see the finish line.  I knew I wasn't going to come in under 3 hours.  I was both relieved and annoyed, happy and sad.  And so freaking ready to be done.  I had nothing left in the tank.  I couldn't pick it up.  I just finished and that was that.  Three hours and 31 seconds.  Yet another 3:00:xx marathon.  But, this one was different.  First, I'd run sub-3 in 2018.  I had that feather in my cap.  So, while I hadn't gotten it again I was not as devastated as I'd been in the past when I'd been so close.  Second, it was three years later.  I am now 46 years old and I almost ran a personal best.  F*** YES to that.  Third, I haven't done any racing other than last month's half since Covid.  Sure, I'm in good shape.  But perhaps not my sharpest if only because I haven't been able to line up and challenge myself for so long.  I will admit, I didn't say all these things to myself at the time.  But Anoush did.  And my coach, Lowell, also did.  And slowly but surely I came around to believing them.  To being proud.  And, yes, to be ridiculously excited to start over and try again.  Because that, my friends, is how the cookie crumbles.  Running being the cookie.  And I do love cookies.

Listen to this:
Good to Yourself - Life in Sweatpants

Monday, March 29, 2021


On Saturday I lined up for the Shamrock Half Marathon in Manchester, NH.  It was my first non-virtual road race in over a year.  I still can't believe it actually happened to be honest.  I know other races have been taking place but I've held out for obvious reasons.  I work with high school students so last week I was able to get the vaccine.  Praise be.  Not that it means I'll be running around like a mad woman without a mask on.  I just feel better about taking part in a big-ish event now that I've got some invisible armor, if you will.  I ran a bunch of ultras last year and by December I was physically and mentally toast.  Early this year, my coach, Lowell, and I discussed a game plan for 2021.  Both of us were cautiously optimistic that things would loosen up and marathons would be back on the table.  And I was ready for a change and itching to run "shorter" distances again. So, with that, we went back to our regularly scheduled program and I started training for 26.2 miles in hopes that I could find one nearby in April.  On account of the heavier mileage I did last year, I already had a significant base at the start of this training cycle, so the notable changes as far as workouts were more speed work and double sessions twice a week.  Both, I was reminded, take a massive toll on my energy level, which was quite an adjustment.  It always is.  Yet, still, I was game.  And it was my choice, so the added exhaustion and the pressure from that was my own.  Last month, I learned that I got off the waitlist for the Cheap marathon which is happening on April 11th and excitedly reported to Lowell that I now had an official marathon entry.  This was happening.  Prior to this April date we'd talked about running the Shamrock half simply because I could get in, it was nearby and I was eager to race in person.  In hindsight, it really didn't make sense to run this race just two weeks before my scheduled marathon.  I'd be in my peak week of training and I wouldn't be able to start my taper as it was too close to the main event.  On the Monday before the half I did my last long run.  24 miles.  Every step hurt.  No joke.  It was brutal.  Tuesday I ran 8.  Let me rephrase.  Tuesday I slogged through 8.  Still hurting.  Wednesday I pushed through a short tempo workout that felt monumentally harder than a tempo effort should feel.  Long story short, by Thursday I texted Lowell because I was worried that I had nothing to give for Saturday and it would be a bust.  He told me to relax, that another 48 hours would help a lot.  This is why I have a coach because mentally I was ready to call it that day.  And he was right.  My Friday run was a little better and I was feeling significantly less worried.  Not that I was foot loose and fancy free.  My legs were still heavy and had very little pep.  "I would be shocked if you feel fresh and springy," Lowell said, "but we just need you fit enough to push through and feel solid.  You won't be sharp, but you're strong right now and should be able to grind out a solid race."  Grind being the key word here.  Okay, enough set up.  Let's get to the show.  

I got a little giddy as I laid out my gear the night before.  I decided to wear a LEX singlet as coaching the Lexington cross country and track teams has kept me somewhat grounded over this past year and I wanted to honor that.  Due to Covid, the race director had runners taking off two at a time in a staggered start based on our predicted race time.  My start time was 7:33am.  Which meant I'd be getting up at 5:00am as Manchester is an hour drive for me.  Not the earliest I've ever gotten up for a race.  But close.  I had a very restless sleep primarily due to the wind which was whipping like nobody's business and thus instilling some pre-race panic as I worried that I'd be dealing with it a few short hours later.  When my alarm finally went off, I felt like I'd gotten about 30 minutes of sleep.  

Not the case for my dogs.  Both got up with me and were totally ready to rock.  Even Enzo, who normally eats and then goes back to bed, was downstairs with Clover bugging me to go out.  They joined me for coffee and then I had to let them down gently, basically telling them that I had to go while closing the door in their faces.  Confusing, I'm sure.  It was chilly out but not freezing and, of course, still dark as I set off.  It's a straight shot up to NH and I arrived in Manchester, found the race tents and parked without any issues.  It sounds silly but this is something I never take for granted.  Especially on this day when I hadn't raced in forever and didn't need any unplanned stress beyond the race itself.

The sun was rising as I got everything together and I took a moment to just soak it all in.  I'm not going to lie, the whole thing felt pretty weird given how long it has been since my last rodeo.  As if on cue, the wind picked up.  Wouldn't be a March day in New England without the wind.  I had secretly hoped it wouldn't be an issue but deep down I knew we'd be dealing with it so I wasn't too shocked as it began to blow steadily.  I walked down to the tent to grab my bib and shirt and noticed a cold brew coffee tent by the registration table.  For about a half second I forgot about the race coffee.  I told myself to focus that I could get it afterwards.  Yes, I have a problem.

I went back to my car, dropped my stuff and took off for my warmup.  It was still a little chilly but the sun was coming up and I could feel it on my face so that was lovely.  The wind was continuing to make itself known and would be for the rest of the day.  I tried not to think about it.  I didn't have much time to putz around as they had us lining up about fifteen minutes before the race was to begin.  So, at 7:10 I went over to the start and found my #42 cone which was set up safely six feet between the other two runners before and after me.  We were all masked as we stood in line.  The race crew was not messing around when it came to safety and I had a lot of respect for that.  Finally, it was go time.  Holy shit, this was happening.  

As you can see in the photo, I took off with one other guy next to me which felt really strange.  But, hey, there is a first time for everything.  I'd been warned that Manchester was hilly, so I was expecting hills.  Maybe not as many as we got, but at least I knew they were coming.  They started at mile two and never really stopped after that.  I was aiming to run a 6:35 average and my splits ended up ranging from 6:50 to 6:15 depending on whether I was going up or down.  I think I had maybe three miles right at goal pace.  Because of this and the fact that it was windy I made a conscious decision to run by effort and stopped looking at my watch.  Around mile three I was running with a woman who was easily one of the smoothest runners I have ever seen.  She was literally gliding.  I stayed with her a for a while but then felt like I couldn't hold on and realized she was cruising steadily at 6:15 so I pulled back and let her do her thing.  At mile four, we came up a hill with the sun in our face so I totally missed the cones and ended up going straight for a few feet before realizing I was supposed to turn.  Someone from the race crew noticed what happened and ran down to guide me back up but it was still a bummer.  I got passed by another woman here as I retraced my steps and got a little anxious as I'd lost my momentum but I just worked to settle down and find my groove again.

Miles 5 through 9 were uneventful.  The course was looped and we often saw the runners who were finishing a section as we were starting it.  That was pretty cool as everyone cheered for each other or gave a fist pump as they ran by.  Gotta love runners.  Almost always supporting each other even when they are literally racing against each other.  Okay, now, see that hill at mile 11?  It just about killed me.  The wind was in our face and I was so tired that I had almost nothing to give.  It was ugly and by far my slowest mile.  

Thankfully, I knew I could manage for two more and while I did get passed by a guy here, I tried hard to keep his blue shirt in site for those last couple miles.  That was super helpful.  Just don't loose blue shirt guy, I kept telling myself.  And then finally I could see the finish.  I rolled across the line in 1:27:06, a time I was pretty satisfied with given the conditions that I'd fought through.  According to Strava, I'd actually done 13.27 miles so my average pace with that distance was 6:34.  Not that I'm claiming that as my time.  I was just psyched to realize that I had made a pretty solid guess about what kind of shape I was in before the race.  I also managed to finish with my fastest mile which tells me I have more in the tank for marathon day.  So, all in, I was pleased.  Though, that said, I don't know that I would ever do this race again.  No offense, Manchester.

Right after I finished I met and chatted with a woman named Christin.  We both live in the Boston area and after a few minutes decided to cool down together.  She is such a cool gal and I hope I run into her again in the near future.  We didn't take a photo together but we did connect on Instagram. Obvs.  When I got back to the tent I found my friend Nicole and we shot the shit for a while, laughing and crying about racing and getting older which be both find challenging and incredibly humbling.  We are giving the bird to old age in the photo above.

I left Nicole to get a coffee but first I made a quick stop by the announcer's tent as I knew the gal on the microphone was Ali Feller, of the podcast Ali On the Run, and we have a mutual friend in common so I decided to just go over and introduce myself.  She was fabulous and couldn't have been nicer, which is no surprise if you listen to her show, but she was also very busy calling out runner's names as they crossed the finish so I let her work and continued on to get some breakfast.  

I ended up getting a coffee and an egg sandwich from Cafe La Reine which I highly recommend.  Both were delicious.  Then reached out to my good bud, Dave Ames, who is a run coach and was in town from CA because several of his athletes had raced.  I haven't seen him in forever so it was super fun to catch up with him.

After that I just sat in my car and enjoyed my coffee for a few minutes.  The sun was shining, my body felt good, I'd gotten to race, I'd gotten to see old friends and meet new ones.  Not to sound cheesy, but I was just so incredibly grateful for everything.  I had a new appreciation for racing and why I do it.  The race itself is a big part of it, yes.  But the run community and the excitement wrapped up around the whole event is what I live for.  I had a stupid grin on my face the whole ride home.  And it had nothing to do with my time or place.  And everything to do with the people and my love for the entire race experience.  As you can imagine, I can not wait to get after it again.  Two weeks, my friends.  Stay tuned.

Listen to this:
You Can Get It by Arkells feat. K. Flay

Tuesday, February 2, 2021


"And we'll all float on, alright
Already, we'll all float on, alright
Don't worry, even if things end up a bit
Too heavy, we'll all float on, alright"
~ Modest Mouse, 'Float On'

In a normal year, winter training is tough.  Getting out in the morning and battling the cold and dark are not my favorite. But when there is a spring race on the horizon, there is that tiny light at the end of the tunnel which is usually just enough to keep me somewhat motivated.  Then there's winter training during a pandemic.  Equally as dark and cold but with no tiny light.  And that about sums it up.  Last year, as a way to stay focused and challenged, I set a few new and different goals that I knew I could safely pursue given the Covid situation including a 50K, a 50 miler and an eight hour run challenge, all virtual, of course.  

w/ Anoush

It was next level crazy as far as training went and given the lack of in-person races available I welcomed the opportunity to test out the world of ultra running.  I would even venture to say I had fun with it.  Most of the time.  I did learn that my 45 year old body can handle some seriously high mileage which I was pretty surprised and excited about.  Could be good.  Could be very bad.  Depends what day you ask me.  Having completed my last big ultra in mid-December, I rolled into the holiday season feeling, at least as far as running goes, physically and mentally fulfilled and ready for a much needed break.  At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell I was going to focus on come 2021 as I knew things would not be changing much during the first half of the year and that I still had no races on the calendar for the foreseeable future.  I wasn't panicking, mind you.  But, I know myself.  I thrive on routine.  I like to have something to work towards.  The more difficult the better.  And I don't really do "down time". 

w/ McKenna

So, I dug around and found a few new run challenges that I could sink my teeth into come January hoping that they would keep me relatively eager to train through the darkest days of winter.  If you have done any digging yourself, you know that there is no shortage of virtual running and/or general movement challenges out there right now.  Some are pretty basic.  Like the BITR Winter Grit Challenge and the Picky Bars 30 for 30 team challenge which were specifically designed to help those of us who need something "exciting" to get through the month of January.  I signed up for both.  In the former, I dove in head first and chose the UNHINGED option (run over 300 miles for the month), and in the latter I just agreed to move physically in some way for thirty minutes every single day of Jan.  I also went ahead and signed up for the Cannonball Run Challenge which is a bit more involved.  I have one year (September 2020 through August 2021) to run from Manhattan to California which is 2,966 miles.  Pro-runner Mike Wardian dreamed this one up as way to promote mental and physical health during Covid and to raise awareness and funds for the Run With Rivs campaign, an effort that I have been following and trying to support regularly through my training.  So, this was kind of a no brainer for me.  In case you're curious, I am currently 1,428.83 miles into my virtual trek which puts me in Nebraska.  

w/ Grace

I won't lie and tell you I haven't gotten a little burnt out now and then.  I have.  I mentioned this to my coach last week.  In so many words I told him I was feeling mentally and physically taxed.  And for what?  I've been putting in max effort from a mileage standpoint, filling the proverbial well, if you will.  But when it was all said and done, there would be no reason to tap it.  Which kind of bummed me out.  Then I gave it a little more thought - this whole virtual challenge thing and why I'm doing it.  I have zero social life right now.  Not that I was an every day rager pre-Covid.  But still.  I have very little going on beyond the boundaries of my house.  Except for running.  And here's the thing.  I have a lot of friends who run.  And most of them are up for joining me for any number of miles on any given day.  I love my husband and kids but a lack of social interaction outside of the family, at least for me, can be tough.  I'm an extrovert.  I need that additional connection.  Thankfully, I can still connect with some friends safely while also doing what I love.  And that has been awesome.  Like "worth going for a second run in the afternoon because I get to meet up with a friend and have an adult conversation" awesome.  Long runs, short runs, good runs and bad ones.  These are my people and they are always there for me.  And maybe, subconsciously, when I signed up for all of these challenges, I did it for this more than anything else.

w/ Pauline

The bottom line is this.  I love to run and I need it now more than ever to get through my day to day life.  What I miss most about racing is being with the running community, supporting my peers and more often than not, working together to reach big goals.  I still have those goals.  I just don't have the races.  As my coach recently put it, when you're out at sea, just because you can't see land doesn't mean it isn't there.  So, yes, I'm a bit adrift. We all are in our own way.  But, at least I'm floating along with some really cool people who love to do what I do.  I'll happily take that for now.  

w/ the Lex Run Club

Listen to this:
Things Changed - The Sunshine State