BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
*Young Bergamot’s hand emerges from under a pile of blankets to smack the alarm clock*
Once upon a time in a land not too far away, I ran in the morning. Only once a week, but still, I met up with a training group for Saturday morning long runs. The camaraderie made the runs feel easy and this group felt like a big ol’ running family. And there were usually pancakes after, but I had to sacrifice my social life on Friday nights, which was extra-tragic because I lived in a hopping part of the city.
Those people have become friends that I wouldn’t trade for the world, but even hanging out with them isn’t worth that early morning running shit. Read more >>