In two days — fewer, actually— I’ll run my first race.
Wait— no. I’ve run a handful of races. This one will be my inaugural half-marathon. I’m still not sure how we got to this point where I’m flying across the country to sweat away a couple of hours among redwoods. What I do know is that having running as a constant has helped with the endless chatter in my head, a battering ram of thoughts. Continue reading “The Magic of Forgetting”