Oiselle is talking about setting goals and I'm trying to blog more, so here are mine!

Run: break 4 at Paris in April, BQ at Berlin in September! Reject: fear + doubt + shitty weather.


Last fall, when I signed up for the Paris marathon "just for fun," I looked into what it would take to train for a BQ. I asked speedy friends what worked for them, read a lot of blogs/the Internet in general, and finally forked over a few bucks to download a training plan that would help me run sub-3:35. I literally laughed out loud when I saw the speed work required, but that same day I laced up my shoes anyway and said, WHY NOT?

Shockingly (to me) I hit all of those paces and I didn't even think about stopping to puke or dry heave once, even though that was the first time I'd done true speed work in months. "Why not?" turned into "Why not me!?"

And then, actually shockingly, I ended up getting into the Berlin Marathon, which is pretty much the fastest/flattest course out there, so "why not me" turned into "why not now."  

I've got a lot of fear and doubt when it comes to this training cycle, but all of that pales in comparison to the fear and doubt I have about this country moving forward. My heart broke in November. It shattered into tiny little pieces and I'm trying to put it back together - slowly but surely, mile by mile. Because FORWARD is what I know how to do. That's what I know about running, and that's how I want to feel about this country. I'm not quite there yet, and mid-term elections feel so far away, but the time to act is now.

So, in running (and in life), I reject fear and I reject doubt and also, I reject New England's RIDICULOUSLY FICKLE WEATHER, because none of these things are very good for the soul. 

been a while


The above photo is what I was lucky enough to wake up to when I was in Rwanda for work last month, before running down a mountain and then running (slowly) back up. It was a 2 mile loop and it always won. But I was always happy to keep giving it a shot. Hello, masochism, you taste salty and sweet. And if we're being honest... a little bit like jungle juice. (The bug spray, not the frat drink.)


I did a long-ish run in Kigali before flying home. At home, people wave - or smile - or yell belatedly when they recognize you (maybe that's just me?). But that morning, and I have no idea if this is customary or not (but I hope it is), whenever I crossed paths with someone else who was running, or someone passed me, they clapped! And it was beautiful. Don't ruin it for me.


Why did I bring white running shoes to a country where the dirt is a rich, rich, red? Will I ever learn my lesson? (Nope. In my defense, they're technically the lightest pair of shoes I own, so they are slightly practical.)


Not running related. #MyMorningCommute


Disclaimer: it often feels stupid to come back from a work trip and talk about not being able to run or running in general. "How was your trip?" often gets a response on the lines of "I ran more than 7 miles on the treadmill!" and it's not that being able to run while traveling for work is the most important thing that happened, it's just the constant that makes the most sense in this world that makes ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE right now. 

I am so fortunate to meet amazing people who are doing world-changing and life-saving things, but I don't have the words to begin to express that and sometimes it's just not the most appropriate subject or socially acceptable thing to talk about? So I'll stick to what I know.  Which is running. (And food, but nobody needs to hear about how many Picky Bars I ate while gone.)