On most race mornings, I roll out of bed an hour before the start time, lace up my Asics and hightail it over to a Central Park starting line, basking in the unrivaled ease and carbon neutrality of my eight-block commute. On this race morning (and in the 12 hours proceeding it), I took a taxiContinue reading “Luck of the Irish Sprinter”
Riled Up Runner 