I told one of my rabbit hole angels I wasn’t going to write about this yet. I am still in the midst of it, and I didn’t want to frighten everyone and make them think I needed an intervention. (I don’t, not today.) But the funny thing about drying out your ship and swabbing...
Race dayhas come and gone, and it’s funny looking back to where I started. My training course was the paved path around a pond near my apartment, and a single lap is a tad more than three-quarters of a mile — meaning it took time and exactly four laps in a single run to reach...