A storm of emotions raged as an explosion fired endlessly in my head. Dizzying thoughts, I vomited. Groggy, confused, alone, I vomited. Weak, unstable, torpid. Make the room stop spinning. Listless, agitated, nauseous.
A few weeks ago I saw a post showing the last two finishers at the Pittsburgh marathon. They were two total strangers who ran the last miles of the marathon saying to each other, “I won’t quit if you don’t quit.” They finished dead last holding hands to cheers and applause followed by viral social media posts. This inspired me to think about the power of two.
Many runners train with dogs on trails, but not so many actually race with their canine friends. We usually have PRs on our minds or distance goals and sometimes it doesn’t enter our thought process that our pups would like to be a part of that journey on race day too.
The forecast could not have been worse. A 100 percent chance of rain in Utah’s Buckskin Gulch, the world’s longest slot canyon: the very last place on earth you want to be when it’s raining.
Summer is here, maybe? I’m writing this review from Summit County, Colorado…where we got inches of snow each day in the week leading up to Memorial Day weekend, so I’m not quite convinced summer is here but I am fully prepared to pretend until it shows up!
Sometimes I cry during my runs. Of course, I generally set out around 4:00am so other people are rarely around to bear witness to this. In the summer, the tears mingle with my sweat anyways, offering little clue as to what happened.