Ah, the long run: Hours outside on tired legs while you try to convince yourself that you're not crazy (well, you are, but not in a bad way, right??). Sometimes you end up with long runs where the weather is perfect, the birds are chirping, the light is golden, the company is great, and you feel like you could go for miles and miles more after you've finished your run. These sort of blissed-out runs are a reminder of why we run in the first place: in pursuit of that quietly joyous mental state. But recently I've been stressed out in the morning grabbing all the items I need for my long run, so here's my list of 5 essential items!
Can you believe it's been two whole weeks with this whole running and writing streak?! Nope, I can't believe it. Nope nope nope. But sure enough - it's Day 14! Here are my stats for the week and a "Friday Favorites" recommendation!
There have been plenty of times when I've been on a long run and the mental endurance has just been a total drag. If you're not running with a buddy or you don't have some catchy tunes in your 'buds then it can be really hard to stay focused and push through the run. A great option is to listen to podcasts - here are my top 10 podcast picks!
What's in a mile? 5280 feet. 1609 meters. 1760 yards. 946 footsteps (give or take).
But what really goes into a mile? The sense of accomplishment after that first milestone or the joy of the new personal record, a mile is many things to many people
This weekend was a big deal in distance running events. And no, I'm not talking about the Olympics - the Rio Olympics and Paralympics are long over and done. Right now I'm talking about Kona and Chicago - read more about these big races on today's post!
Run for the hills. Run together. Run into each other. Run a finger across a page. Run for office. It's amazing how ubiquitous the word "run" is in our daily language.
The sky was deceptively blue, as though the storm the day before had never happened. The sun cheerily glowed gold through the tulip poplars during my morning run and afterwards, despite the surely muddy conditions, I grabbed my camera and headed to Lake Crabtree to explore the trails.
Gale force winds, rain, giant puddles, rain, water-soaked clothes, rain: there's nothing quite like running in a hurricane.
