Five Things: January 9, 2025
"A generic word salad of genres and settings." Five Things for January 9, 2025
"A generic word salad of genres and settings." Five Things for January 9, 2025
"Here I am." Five Things for May 23, 2024
"On Mexico City, rest and recovery, World Cup 2023, comic book love, and dreading the Bat Signal." Five things for August 3, 2023.
"It's basically Pop-Up Video 3.0." Five things for March 2, 2023. That's it! That's the excerpt.
Running has been my preferred form of stress release and 2019 was stressful af—for both personal and more general "the world is going to shit" reasons—and, from a running perspective, the most productive, as I set PRs for annual (563) and trail (65) mileage. I even ran my first half marathon since New Year's Eve 2016 when I needed 13 miles to hit 500 for the year and manufactured a local course!
I ran my first half-marathon yesterday as part of Runner's World's Half & Festival in Bethlehem, PA, with a faster than expected time of 1:45:39!
The feeling of running across the finish line, whether it's a one-mile walk for charity or a local 10k, an Olympic sprint or the Boston Marathon, is supposed to be a special one. It's personal accomplishment mixed with exuberant community connection; an emotional high laced with varying degrees of physical exhaustion. It's not ever supposed to be a moment where death might lash out randomly. Where cowards make political statements. Where fear and suspicion take root.