My Marathon: Washington, D.C. (#3)

Nothing exposes one's ignorance and blatant disregard for personal health quite like attempting to run a marathon after very little training. The rigor of my coursework this semester in tandem with my aversion to running in cold weather doomed my preparation over the past eight weeks. Achieve a personal record in last weekend's race I did not.… Continue reading My Marathon: Washington, D.C. (#3)

My Marathon: Cape Cod (#2)

A smoky cannon, strong gusts of wind, and salty mists from the Vineyard Sound started my marathon this morning in Cape Cod. My dreams of qualifying for the Boston Marathon in 2017 (the cut-off date for next year's was last month) were quickly dashed as hill after hill presented itself seemingly non-stop from miles 18 through… Continue reading My Marathon: Cape Cod (#2)