Tag Archives: NYC Marathon

Exorcising (Exercising?) My Demons

I’ve reached an age* where nearly everything can make me cry. *Just kidding, I’ve always been like this. Seriously though, it doesn’t matter whether the event is big or small, happy or sad. Practically any wave of emotion will turn … Continue reading

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2015 Marathon Recap: An Uphill Battle

In case you happened to be one of the people who saw me sobbing at the finish line of the NYC marathon yesterday in waves of disappointment (I’m talking to you, concerned German finisher with the judgy eyes), you should … Continue reading

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Raring to Go

If you’ve asked me any time in the past few weeks whether I’m excited about tomorrow’s marathon, I probably told you no. I may have said I’m not excited because of my recurring shin pain, or I’m not excited because … Continue reading

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The Big Day

This past weekend marked a significant milestone that’s been enthusiastically circled on my calendar for months. No, I’m not talking about watching my little brother marry the woman he loves. And no, I’m not talking about getting the angels back … Continue reading

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Good and Ready

When I tell people I’m training for the New York City Marathon, I get one of four responses. Cool. Is this your first? (Nope, it’s my second NYC and my fourth overall. Please don’t let your face drop in disappointment … Continue reading

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The Land of Milk and Honey

I used to think my favorite food was butter. As a small child, I vividly remember sitting in front of an open refrigerator with my hand in the Land O’ Lakes, scooping palm full after palm full into my open … Continue reading

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Ever So Much More Than Twenty

At the risk of sounding like a Buzzfeed listicle, the signs that I’m no longer in my early- or even mid-20s are frightfully abundant. I get excited when people cancel plans so I can be in bed by 9:30 p.m. … Continue reading

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