Growing up, I competed in softball, basketball, and bowling. Yes, bowling. I always held a poker face in Scrabble. Super Monaco Racing for the Sega Genesis? I was all over that. But when it came to running, I thought I had to be fast to actually compete.
The Perfect 10 Miler was going to be a training run for me but turned into a lesson on racing. I might even go as far as saying that it was the first “race” I ever ran. Not against a clock, but against other women. And men, too! Initially, my goal was to experiment with holding 7:50 pace for 10 miles. There was also a part of me that was sick and tired of limiting myself from competing at races. What was stopping me from making moves, drafting, surging, and closing gaps? Read more >>