Sunday morning dawned early with a soft knock at my front door. It was six a.m. and my good friend was there to go on my longest and last training run for the Hershey Half-Marathon. Ten miles stretched out before us in all manner of hills, paths, gravel roads and winding streets. The air had a slight chill to it, the stars still visible and our way was illuminated by only a street lamp or passing car. … [Read more...]
I am one of those freaks who gets into something and then I just cannot stop. A sample of potato chips, pfft! Bring on the bag! I'll eat the whole bunny and not just the ears. I will go back for the second piece of cake. I will over-extend myself with work and home life. I don't know when to quit. When I started training for my half-marathon and the Zooma 10k I was the same way. It was all running, all the time. … [Read more...]