I am Caper. Raised in Alaska, I have “gone native” in the ultimate wildlife habitat of Manhattan, where I work as a securities lawyer/law firm partner and run among a mass of interesting and ambitious people as much as my body will let me.
I love to run and run for love. Running makes me feel free and sets my spirits soaring. It makes me feel swift and strong on a good day and helps me work through my problems on a bad day. It is a source of companionship and closeness with the friends in the club that I run with.
When running feels hard, my family’s love sustains me and keeps me going.
I think I was born to run. While I was labeled a “smart girl” and encouraged to focus on my studies rather than sports, I ran a mile one second slower than the school record the first time I tried it in P.E. class, and my dad held his school’s record for the mile for eight years. My sister ran multiple marathons years before I took up the sport.
I began running a few times per week in my mid-30’s to manage my emotions during the demise of my marriage and to connect with my then-teenaged son. We learned to run and race together in New York’s Central Park. In 2009, in one of the highlights of my adult life, we crossed the finish line of the NYC marathon in just over four hours, hand in hand.
Then life moved on. I got divorced, my son started college and I took on a more demanding job that left little time to run. In 2011, I met my future husband and made the most of new love.
In early 2014, I resumed running to lose a little weight and do something purely for myself. It felt like flying. With the advent of an internet community and e-books about running, I became a woman obsessed. I piled on the miles and became very fast. I peaked quickly, jumping from 8:00 to sub-7:00 miles in training, and flamed out with a series of injuries that grounded me for two months. After two months of pool running, training on an Alter G “anti-gravity” treadmill, working with a PT and praying to the gods of recovery, I took my first cautious and sometimes painful steps outside. After eight cautious, deliriously happy weeks of outside running, I completed the 2014 NYC marathon in 3:43.
Now at age 42, a little bit wiser about the need for recovery and shooting for incremental improvement, I run with joy almost daily, modulating the intensity and taking down weeks frequently, but still average more than 60 miles per week. My goals are to run spring and fall marathons and half marathon tune-up races, build up my mileage slowly, improve incrementally for so long as my body will let me and most importantly to run and stay healthy for many decades to come. Three weeks from now, I plan to run the Mountains-to-Beach Marathon in Ventura, CA. I hope you will join me on the journey.