At the ripe old age of 37, I seem about as capable of resisting peer pressure as I was as a 20-year-old. Luckily, now I choose my friends more wisely so the things that I agree to do are at least legal, although often totally outside my comfort zone. When my friend began talking about her need for a 100-mile belt buckle on run after run, without hesitation I told her I’d help pace her.
That 100-miler has come and gone, now. My bad ass friend did it. I did my part. And I learned a lot … a lot of reasons that I will never, most definitely ever effing run a 100-miler. Read more >>