Making curry. Setting goals. And exploring uncharted new territory.
A blog post from an unexpected trip up to Mammoth.
To my beautiful Mama.
A proclamation of anti-“rules”.
I fell in love with running because of the freedom I felt it gave me. Looking at a distant ridge line and being able to imagine myself gliding over its marvelously simple silhouette is to me like watching a romantic movie screen through my mind. A quiet paved road at the onset of daybreak, just me and my playlist gliding through the neighborhood leaves me feeling more fulfilled than any number of dates, hookups or…