Brooklyn is the New Brooklyn

The Brooklyn Half Marathon didn’t start until 7 a.m. last Saturday, but in the hours leading up to it, my mind was already racing: Am I going to make it to the Prospect Park starting line before bag check closes at the ungodly hour of 6:10 a.m.? Is it going to start pouring mid-race likeContinue reading “Brooklyn is the New Brooklyn”

Off the Record

My definition of a successful race has changed dramatically in the past 27 years. When I was forced to run the timed mile in elementary school, I deemed the event successful if I could finish before gym ended without scuffing up my Keds. When I ran the occasional charity 5K in high school, I declaredContinue reading “Off the Record”