this post made me think back on what made me re-dedicate myself to running after running away (bad pun here) from it for close to a year. i don't want/need to get into the details, but running, again, started as a way to deal with/get over the trauma i was experiencing at that time.
i am always curious to learn about why people run, and while i haven't heard and read every story, the impetus tends to be associated with negative event/emotion/etc.. i wonder whether my theory is true, and if that is the case, why that is.
I like what you’re doing with the free Sunday edition of the newsletter. It strikes a nice balance between enticing people to join and being interesting to read.
I've never done a full marathon but I've run the Houston Half 3 times (well 4 if you count my virtual saunter through the city this January) and I only started running because I had to work the event for 3 years and witnessing the finish line made me want to run it. Reading your recount of finishing the Boston marathon made me miss it SO much. There really is nothing like a finish line roar.
this post made me think back on what made me re-dedicate myself to running after running away (bad pun here) from it for close to a year. i don't want/need to get into the details, but running, again, started as a way to deal with/get over the trauma i was experiencing at that time.
i am always curious to learn about why people run, and while i haven't heard and read every story, the impetus tends to be associated with negative event/emotion/etc.. i wonder whether my theory is true, and if that is the case, why that is.
I like what you’re doing with the free Sunday edition of the newsletter. It strikes a nice balance between enticing people to join and being interesting to read.
I've never done a full marathon but I've run the Houston Half 3 times (well 4 if you count my virtual saunter through the city this January) and I only started running because I had to work the event for 3 years and witnessing the finish line made me want to run it. Reading your recount of finishing the Boston marathon made me miss it SO much. There really is nothing like a finish line roar.
Wellesley is the spot! Patriots Day is pretty much the one day of the year where that’s true!