But I didn't succeed. That pretty much sums it up. You can move on now — nothing more to see here. But if you’re still reading, let’s break it down. Yes, for those counting, that was two rejections in one week. Two rejections in one week can be a lot to take, but chin up, … Continue reading Well, I Tried…
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The Journey Continues
Not Selected — And Yes, It Stings a Little There’s no sugar‑coating it: “Not selected” can be a hard pill to swallow. Especially when you’ve been refreshing your inbox like it’s Black Friday and the NYRR email is the last TV on sale. Today I got the official word: “You were not selected for the … Continue reading The Journey Continues
The Best Time to Run
Ask a group of runners when the best time to run is, and you’ll get a whole spectrum of answers. My personal favorite? “While I’m awake.” Hard to argue with that kind of logic. Still, runners tend to have their loyalties. Some swear by sunrise miles. Some come alive at night. Some sneak out at … Continue reading The Best Time to Run
Sitting on Pins and Needles
There are two kinds of runners in this world: The ones who casually sign up for a local 5K. And the ones who somehow end up sitting in Louisville, Kentucky, refreshing two different marathon portals on two different continents like it’s the Olympics of Anxiety. Guess which one I am. Right now, I’m in the … Continue reading Sitting on Pins and Needles
June Is Already Doing the Most… and So Am I
Every Damn Mile June didn’t tiptoe in this year — it kicked the door open, dumped a calendar full of events in my lap, and said, “Good luck, sweetheart.” And here I am, lacing up anyway, because I’ve got a goal: 130 miles this month. And life? Life has absolutely zero interest in making that … Continue reading June Is Already Doing the Most… and So Am I
Badges Over Bibs: Every Damn Mile
Race fees are sprinting, my paycheck is jogging, and I’m over here power‑walking with a banana and a dream. Here’s how digital badges are keeping me running without taking out a small loan for a 5K.





