I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty reasonable person. Turns out I’m not. Go figure!
Other than occasional (failed) attempts to add jogging to my (then non-existent) exercise routine, I started running in 2013.
On a whim, my husband signed up for the Vermont City Marathon and in the spirit of spousal support (and perhaps a little co-dependence), I recruited friends to join me in a five-person relay. I trudged through hours on a treadmill at the gym that winter, slowly building up to what –at the time – seemed like the ungodly distance of 6.2 miles. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t easy. But I did it. Continue Reading →