Happy Trails

Today I went on a trail run through the Rhett’s Run portion of the Cosmo Nature Trail at Cosmo Park, here in CoMo.

Sitting on the Rhett's Run rock at the beginning of the trail.

Sitting on the Rhett’s Run rock at the beginning of the trail.

That was my third trail run. The first one was a couple years ago (maybe?)… a five mile trail run out at Rock Bridge Park. I didn’t mind it, but it’s much harder to do a trail run, for me anyway, and I assume most people, because there’s no lollygagging. No daydreaming. You focus, or you risk hitting a rock the wrong way, twisting an ankle, or worse. The second trail run I did was more recent and I just freaked out toward the end. Carl was running what I thought was too fast, I couldn’t keep up, I was afraid of falling, or worse, watching him fall. A complete disaster.

No real idea which is the right direction. We did this a lot.

No real idea which is the right direction. We did this a lot.

Given all that, I still want to do trail runs. I promised myself this time that I would try not to freak out, and that I would focus on my own run. My own head. It’s all I can do – learn. It was really great! And wow, what a workout. We may have done six miles, but my body feels like I did at least a half marathon. I was a good run I think. I took us two hours to go those six miles, but I’m not worried about either of those things. This was a practice run for me for the Rhett’s Run trail race that we’re going to do in few weeks. It’ll be my first trail race and I’m anxious to see how I do.

It does make me wonder what my real fear is, though. I’m typically a risk-taker. I don’t mind the physical pain that comes with pushing my body to do something it isn’t used to. Could it be so simple as I am a novice, and so I’m scared, frankly, of hurting myself? It could stem from the fall last year that broke my rib. Whatever it is, trail running is something that I’m going to try to tackle. Carl was very patient with me today, explaining some of the ins and outs of trail running to me. And this time I was listening. As I got more into the run, I got more comfortable, and he could tell. That’s a good sign, so I think I’m ready for my next one. Not just yet, though. I need to finish this beer and rest for about a week.

I hope I'm always on the Forget-Me-Not Trail.

I hope I’m always on the Forget-Me-Not Trail.

This was a neat clearing of sorts once we found our way back onto the trail.

This was a neat clearing of sorts once we found our way back onto the trail.


This was a neat clearing of sorts once we found our way back onto the trail.

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5:35 a.m.

I figured I can do a mile in (roughly) ten minutes, so I set my alarm for ten minutes earlier than normal. I had all my stuff laid out, so all I had to do was throw on some clothes and my shoes, and head out. And I did! It was hard to not think about every last excuse not to do it. Hella hard. But once I got moving it actually seemed pretty normal. Peaceful too, since I seemed to be the only human outside at such an insane hour of the day.

I need to consider that cotton is not good material to run in. I wanted to make it as easy as possible to get out the door, so I ran in what I slept in, with a couple extra layers in the form of a sweatshirt and pants. No good. I just need to lay out the right stuff, because even a mile made me wet and cold. And now I feel badly for not taking my dog out for her morning stroll like I had been doing. I can get myself out the door, but not her? That doesn’t seem very nice, so I’m going to have to figure that out. The problem is that she can’t run with me. I’ll have to do my thing, then go back and take her out to do hers. At the moment I’m happy with the fact that I got out at all.

Happy first Friday of 2015.

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2014 Columbia Eve Fest 5k; Other Musings; and #writeandrun31


I’ll start with other musings. I’ve been saying I want to do more writing. I don’t have anything in particular in mind, but I keep saying it, and I have this blog, so, you know….. Hey, it’s the new year. I’ll give it a shot.


I ran it yesterday afternoon – it always starts at 4:00 p.m. in the heart of downtown CoMo. It follows the same course as so many of the other CoMo 5ks…. out to the football stadium and back. I’ve done that course a lot, but the hills always seem to surprise me. Damn, it’s hilly. And the race ENDS on a hill. Good god it nearly kills me every time. I did not do as well — not nearly as well — as I did on exactly the same course on Thanksgiving Day, which I failed to write about here. It was that race that gave me my best 5k time ever: 27:48. I was thrilled! Yesterday, I couldn’t seem to settle down, never really got into a rhythm, and came in at 31:29, unofficially. I didn’t wear my Garmin, so I just went by the time I saw on the clock when I crossed the finish line. It also didn’t help that we waited for what seemed like an eternity at the beginning of the race for the organizers to thank the sponsors, and tell us instructions that I’m sure we all knew but couldn’t hear anyway. It was 25 degrees, with a wind chill that made it feel like 16, and at the end of the race my lungs were burning from the cold. I never knew what that meant before yesterday. I’d read it, heard other runners say it, but had never experienced that feeling personally. Now I know.


It’s a thing. I don’t know what it is. It’s been persistent since the Thanksgiving Day 5k… a nagging, throbbing pain down the outside of my right leg. The good news is the pain no longer seems to originate in my butt. Just a leg thing now, which I assume is much better than a leg thing that starts in the butt. I have no idea, but it seems reasonable.


So yesterday I joined a Facebook group (more on FB next) called #writeandrun31. It’s hosted by the No Meat Athlete guy, who I don’t know personally but doesn’t bug the shit out of me, so I like him well enough. The idea is that the group will be a motivator for those folks who have a desire to both run and write more. Like ME! Yes, I thought. I could do that. At least one mile and one sentence (or whatever the goal) each day of January. But of course, yesterday was New Year’s Eve, the time when so many people make promises to themselves that they break by 8:00 a.m. January 1. I’m under no illusions that I will do what the motivator is designed to help me do, but I’m updating this blog right now and I am cozy in my jammies after running exactly one mile a bit ago. So there, January first! Take that! Ha!


I’ve made some changes to my Facebook feed. I’m not commenting on/posting as much stuff as before. I’m tired of spending so much mindless time and energy scrolling through so much nonsense (IMHO) that only serves to make me angry. That’s my fault, of course, and so I’ve made some changes to mitigate that. I’ve blocked people, totally unfriended others, left groups, joined new ones. I’m still around, obviously, and I’ll still bore you with all my running stuff and travels if I’m lucky. And maybe this blog will morph into something other than just me talking about running.

Who knows. It’s a new year, and anything can happen.


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Strength in Every Pose, Always Engaged: My Thoughts on Finishing the NYC Marathon

Two weeks before the 2014 NYC Marathon we had a great 12 mile run and I hit this pose exactly how I wanted to.

Two weeks before the 2014 NYC Marathon we had a great 12 mile run and I hit this pose exactly how I wanted to.

At the beginning of every yoga class, we’re asked to set our sankalpa, our intention, for the class. Every class, every time, as I was training for the New York City Marathon, this was mine: Strength in every pose, always engaged. This was my way of focusing my head and my heart into my practice. And my way of reminding myself that in yoga, as in life, and — as I hope to convey in this post — in running, you don’t have to be perfect. You just have to find your strength and stay engaged.

San = born of the heart. Kalpa = way of being. An intention isn’t necessarily a goal.

So with that in mind, let me tell you about my NYC marathon experience. I’ve been thinking about it, reading about it, talking about it, since Sunday. We’ve been anticipating it since July! But I’ve been struggling about how to write about it – until today. I found two things inspiring enough to help me start. The first is this, written by a volunteer at the water stop at mile 15, as posted on the NYC marathon’s Facebook page: “So many…marathoners chip away at doubt and fear with every breath taken and mile accomplished. Overcoming a challenge, setting a goal, and relentlessly moving forward to achieve it, without excuses.” The second came in an email from the marathon organizers. It said, in part, “you’re now part of an elite class of TCS NYC Marathon finishers! Let that sink in.”

Honestly, it’s taken me a few days of letting it sink in. Carl tried to tell me during and after the race that hey, Krista, you are running the NYC marathon. Krista! You finished the NYC marathon! I was like, meh.

The pain was intense. The struggle to the finish line was fierce. But I was determined. Strength in every pose (step). Always engaged.

But let me back up.

At the start village, trying to stay warm. Just one of many challenges.

At the start village, trying to stay warm. Just one of multiple challenges.

This race was the hardest of my life. Up at 4:00 a.m., we took a bus to the Staten Island start line at 6:00 a.m. And there we waited – and waited, and waited – until our 10:55 a.m. start time. It was cold, and we could only sit (hard to stand on your feet while waiting 4 hours to run a marathon!) on the cold ground and try to stay warm. It’s difficult to describe the day up until the race start. There are four villages that separate the runners into start waves and corrals. We were in the orange wave, corral F – the LAST group to go. We got there and staked out our small piece of ground and settled in for the long wait.

We took pictures, ate some snacks, drank some coffee. Listened to the announcers announce all the other wave starts. Watched everyone else leave. Wait. Wait. Wait. It took real effort for me to not lose it before we even started running. Total mindfuck.

There’s only so much excitement I can muster waiting in the cold to do a really long run. Especially when my relationship with running is love/hate at best.

At the start village with Carl, doing our best to stay warm.

At the start village with Carl, staying warm.

It’s a challenging course in the most perfect conditions. Our particular race day saw 20-30 mph sustained winds with gusts up to 50 mph. We abandoned our time goal at about mile 1 – halfway across the Verrazano-Narrows bridge, as we struggled to stay upright and moving forward through the brutal winds. At times on the bridge the wind was so strong it would blow the foot that was off the ground into the other leg. The elite runners (I heard) were laughing as the wind knocked them into each other. I’ve never even attemped a training run in winds like that, much less a marathon. At mile ONE, I knew we were in for a hell of a physical and mental challenge.

At the apex of the Varrazano-Narrows bridge, linking Staten Island to Brooklyn, and one mile into the NYC marathon.

At the apex of the Varrazano-Narrows bridge, linking Staten Island to Brooklyn, and one mile into the NYC marathon.

So off we went, through Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, and Manhattan, each burrough exibiting its own style, with fans and bands lining the streets, all strangers supporting strangers as we pushed onward. I admit there were times when I failed to pay as close attention as I wanted to. But I’d bring myself back, remember my mantra, and carry on.

Brad came out to cheer us on at mile 20! Great!

Brad came out to cheer us on at mile 20! Great!

My brother-in-law, Brad, came out to support us at mile 20, a welcome mental boost that got me a couple decent miles. And then the wheels began to come off.

Around mile 22 (earlier if I’m honest) I started to experience pain. My lower body just hurt. That’s all I can say really. It’s at that point that the mantras kick in. One foot in front of the other. Forward. I’ve come too far to stop now. I’m going to cross that fucking finish line if it kills me. I began to feel a disappointment, though. Disappointment that I wasn’t able to enjoy every mile like I wanted to. Disappointed that ALL that hard work wasn’t paying off.

But then, as I was still trudging toward the finish line I thought, maybe, just maybe, all the hard work, all the training, those 409 miles, helped to push me across the finish line. Maybe without it, I woudn’t have finished. The coniditions were such that I think that is highly possible. I pushed myself, certainly. So much so that I ended up in the medical tent once I did get across the line. The cold and the wind really got to me, dropping my body temp below acceptable levels and contributing to my utter exhaustion. A great running partner in Carl, and great medical staff, knew exactly how to handle me and had me back on my feet in no time.

My co-workers welcomed me back with a sign and well wishes. Friends near and far said the nicest things, congratulating me on this accomplishment. A close friend said to me yesterday, “Krista! You know this is an amazing thing you did. You get that, right?”

Some distance from the race preparation and from the race itself affords me some perspective. But this isn’t about doing something that is any better or more significant than anyone else. For me – and I told my friend this – this is about finding my strength, both mentally and physically – to move forward. No one can run for me. It’s my mind, my body, my heart. Finishing that race was hard, but people do more difficult things EVERY DAY. This happens to work for me, but everyone can find their strong. I am still struggling with being proud of the accomplishment when I worked so hard to do better, and when so many stuggle with things in life that are so much more important. This is just running. Yes, it makes me proud, and strong. Kathrine Switzer says to run fearlessly, and I love that. But in the end, it’s only running, and I think I finally get it.

With the great and gracious Kathrine Switzer at the NYC marathon expo.

With the great and gracious Kathrine Switzer at the NYC marathon expo.

NYC Marathon Bling! The 2014 NYC Marathon was the largest marathon in the world. No, really. With 50,564 finishers, it was the largest marathon EVER.

NYC Marathon Bling! The 2014 NYC Marathon was the largest marathon in the world. No, really. With 50,564 finishers, it was the largest marathon EVER.

Strength in every (thing). Always engaged.
What’s next?

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One More Breath. One More Step.

August has been a great month. It started with the Tom Short 5k, which we do every year to honor one of Carl’s childhood friends who was a runner. They hold a 5k each year benefitting the General Dacey Trail in Shelbyville, IL. It’s a challenging, hilly course, and always a good way to spend a Saturday morning. I was happy with my time of 30:40, and my level of fitness at this point. This year, since we are training for NY, we got in a 4 mile run that Sunday, too, around Lake Shelbyville, where I spent many a summer with my friend Joy on her parents’ boat, skiing and swimming and eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

At the start line

At the start line

Finishing the Tom Short 5k 8.2.14

Finishing the Tom Short 5k 8.2.14


Mid August took me to Cambridge, MA, for a reunion of my Harvard Kennedy School program of 2011. I was there for a week, and not just a little concerned about getting in some decent mileage while there — given that there are people and places there that I’d rather be spending my time with. But it worked out well that the hotel I was in was on the Cambridge Parkway, a 8.7 mile path around the Charles River. And it didn’t hurt that four of my friends who were attending the reunion set out with me the morning of the 16th. I did 10 glorious miles that morning and loved every step. I’d run three miles that Thursday before as well, around Boston Harbor, and I got in another six on Sunday. Here are some shots of my routes around my favorite city.

Left to Right: John Kefalas, Beth McCann, Ciaran Hayes, me, Marilee Nihan

Left to Right: John Kefalas, Beth McCann, Ciaran Hayes, me, Marilee Nihan

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During those travels I missed two weeks of my yoga practice, but got back this past week. I also came home to ghastly heat and humidity. We underestimate the power that heat, and especially humidity, have on our bodies. So the 10 mile run on August 23 was not good. I fell apart at about mile 7 and it was all I could do to get to the end. Those kinds of experiences really take their toll on me. They make me doubt my abilities, and question my sanity in terms of training for another marathon. But since then, our runs have been pretty good, considering the weather we’re dealing with. Track work last week was hard, but we managed to get it done.

Yesterday’s 13 miles went OK – have I mentioned it’s really hot here? It wasn’t fast, but it was long, and today’s 5 miler went surprisingly smoothly after that. That’s 33 miles this week and 100+ for the month of August. I feel like I’m really in a running groove right now and I don’t want to mess it up. I take each run as they come. I try to stay present. As in yoga, I try to take one more breath. And in running, one more step. It’s really hard work. But we’re pushing through and trying to enjoy the process. The race is 9 weeks from today.

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5 Weeks In: Progress, and We Are Stronger Than We Think

Time for an update! We began our training for the NYC marathon 5 weeks ago yesterday. Since then I’ve experienced issues with both ankles and my piriformis muscle (right butt muscle) and Carl has experienced a hip problem that sidelined him for a week. All seems to be well now, though, and I feel like we are well into our training and making progress toward our goal of finishing the NYC marathon happy and with energy to spare.

I’ve ran 92.75 miles since I declared we’d begun, topping of this week with a total of 18 miles. I feel good. Tired, but good, and not as tired as I’m going to feel in the very near future. We’ve got one more “easy week” and then we start our speed work and our runs get longer and longer, and our weekly mileage gets higher and higher. I’m ready. I feel strong.

We call this Horse Pose, I think. I don't know the Sanskrit name. I like it because it's more difficult than it looks! Try it!

We call this Horse Pose, I think. I don’t know the Sanskrit name. I like it because it’s more difficult than it looks! Try it!

Yoga is still my strength training, and it is a very hard weekly workout for me. Both yoga and the runs are a combination of physical and mental exercise. It’s hard for me to explain. In yoga, as much physical strength as many of the poses require, there is an element of mental strength necessary to not just get into a pose, but to stay there. We do a lot of “vision questing,” that is, seeing ourselves in the pose, seeing my foot go to where it is supposed to before it does, with strength and grace. That’s not to say I never fall on my face! I do.

The same goes for running. It is as much mental as it is physical. If I let my mind tell me that I can’t, or it’s impossible, then there is no question that it will be. Tell myself I can do it, and I most likely can. See myself at the end, done, finished. It doesn’t mean I don’t bonk, hit the wall, want to quit – particularly in this summer heat and humidity. But if I believe I can hit a pose that seems crazy, or that I can finish a run strong, then I most likely can, and in both cases I’ve just done more than I think I am capable of.

You are I are always stronger than we think we are.

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Off We Go!

Cheers to starting. Can't finish if you don't start!

Cheers to starting. Can’t finish if you don’t start!

Our training was officially to start NEXT Monday. But last weekend, on an 8 mile run, I abruptly decided I was tired of waiting to start, so I declared, simply, that we had. It’s interesting, the shift, that the mind makes when you suddenly declare yourself “in training.” It makes you think differently about the food you eat, the different choices you make. I already feel like I’m on a path to the marathon. It won’t be my first marathon – far from it. New York will be my 5th (following 2 in Illinois, one in Memphis, and one in Kona). But it’s different. It’s freaking NEW YORK!

Saturday’s was a decent run, though I struggle (SO MUCH) in the heat and humidity of the Midwest. It will be the reality for the next few months, as will the schedule of running five days a week – Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. Yesterday was my third day in a row running for the first time in a long time. My body is already wondering just what the hell is going on here! I’m going to try hard to stick to the schedule and to make life as easy on myself as possible, including packing the bags I will need for the week on Sundays.

Vrksasana with reverse Anjali. Give it up. Give it away. Open to Grace. Open heart.

Vrksasana with reverse Anjali. Give it up. Give it away. Open to Grace. Open heart.

There’s no question that yoga is making me stronger, both physically and mentally. It is a challenge every single Tuesday. I’ve been having fun incorporating some poses into the longer runs. Here’s Vrksasana with reverse Anjali. I got pretty far into the back bend, which I assume led to my prompt imbalance, and then fell into a heap on the ground. I think in the future I’ll stay firmly *planted* on the ground, instead of trying these things on top of fences. 🙂

It seems so far away right now – the race start, I mean. So much work has to get done in the meantime. It’s daunting. I can imagine it, but still, it won’t be what I’ve envisioned when it finally happens, as is the case with so much in life I suppose. I hope it’s greater than my mind will allow me to imagine. I can’t wait for the bling and the orange poncho and to see my friends at the finish line. I hope I train well. I hope I stay healthy and keep getting stronger. I hope, on difficult days, I remember that I am always happier when I’ve done the work. I look better and feel better. This is going to be really hard, but I’m ready for the challenge and I welcome your support and encouragement.

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NYC Marathon Training Plan

NYC Marathon 18-Week Training Plan

NYC Marathon 18-Week Training Plan

It took us awhile but we’ve finally settled on this training plan. It’s a modified beginner plan from the Hansons Marathon Method, and uses a combo of speed (yellow), tempo (blue), easy (orange) and long (pink) runs. My X-Train is yoga. Carl’s is weights and strength training at the gym. The longest run in a Hansons marathon training plan is 16 miles – their strategy is based on this. But ours is modified to include two 20-milers toward the end of the training. We’ll feel better having logged those long runs. We’ll work our way up from 12 miles/week to 50 – the most I’ve ever ran in a week – at week 15. I expect to be a little grumpy, and not just a little hungry, by then. 🙂 We officially start July 1.

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Ready For the Hills in Columbia’s GoGirlRun Half Marathon 5.24.14

I’m not sure if driving the course the day before was a good idea or not. What it did was give me a sense of the difficulty of the course the GoGirlRun organizers had set out for us. I’d never done that before, so I assumed doing so would simply make me fret over what I saw, and fret I did. But I ended up sleeping fairly well the night before. Getting up at 4:30 a.m. in my own house, for a half in my own city, is not something I’m used to. It was weird. Also weird was the fact that Carl did not run this race with me. No dudes allowed. In the end, while the hills in the Jay Dix 10k a month before took me totally by surprise, I was ready for the hills in the GoGirlRun half. I crossed the finish line in 2:36, happy to have done my best on that day.

At the Start Line!

At the Start Line!

At the Finish Line!

At the Finish Line!

With My Finisher Bling

With My Finisher Bling

It was actually really cool to do such a long run through Columbia. The first third of the course took us west along the Katy Trail, where we do so many of our runs, so it was familiar to me. Then we ran on the roads for quite awhile, to another part of the trail, over to Stadium Blvd – and the largest, longest of the killer hills – and back to the trail. It was a good course, good race, and I’d run it again. I was so surprised throughout the course as, over and over again, I passed chalked words of encouragement written on the roads by Carl – up until midnight the night before! – and seeing my very special sign made by Bev as I passed their house gave me energy and made me smile.

The BEST Chalk Art Ever :-)

The BEST Chalk Art Ever 🙂

Artwork on the Course - Hey KSM! That's ME! :-)

Artwork on the Course – Hey KSM! That’s ME! 🙂

I cannot imagine that it is June already. In just three short weeks we begin our 18-week training plan for the NYC Marathon in November. I’m ready to start. It’s safe to say that I’m taking it easy this month. Still hitting yoga each week, and still running at least three times per week, but not pushing it too hard. Today is the first Saturday I haven’t ran in I don’t know how many weeks. But it’s raining, and I slept in, and I’m sitting here writing this and drinking my second cup of coffee. It’s making me understand just how much, and how hard, I work to be able to run well and happy. But at the moment, I’m just enjoying my lazy Saturday morning.

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Let It Be, or, No One Told Me There Would Be Hills

As if I wouldn’t know that there would be hills… in a 10k, in Columbia, where there are a LOT of hills. How long have I lived here? Sometimes I am SO unaware. I never really looked at the route and I think that is a good thing, because if I would have anticipated this course I don’t think I would’ve done as well as I did.

I finished the Jay Dix Challenge to Cure 10k in 1:07:25. I’m happy with that because of the hills! My best 10k time is 1:04. That I was only 3 minutes off that on this course is pretty damn fantabulous in my book. Carl did great, coming in at 1:00 on the dot. They changed the age ranges seemingly mid-race, so what we thought was a second place (medal) finish for him turned out to be 4th place. Oh well. Another day. Bev walked the 5k and we all had a grand time post-race with pancakes (I skipped those) and beer (I did not skip the beer).

My time ticket...1:07:25.

My time ticket…1:07:25.

Bev and me, sporting our big shades, after the race.

Bev and me, sporting our big shades, after the race.

Carl, enjoying a post-race beer.

Carl, enjoying a post-race beer.

We often talk about doing your best on that day. I really felt like I did that on Saturday. I started out with the goal of just running the whole route without taking any walk breaks. I think it takes a lot of mental stamina to change plans/goals mid-race, and in my case, after I ran UP HILL the entire first mile. I wanted to lay down in the middle of the road and I’d only run a MILE. Holy crap. I was going to have to make some adjustments. 🙂

So I allowed myself to walk at the top of the hill after the first mile. Then again after some more %$#(*&! hills at the end of mile 2. Then again at mile 4. Then again at mile 6. Somewhere in there I missed a turn and nearly went the wrong way – a first for me and a clear reminder that as a runner I am always responsible for knowing my surroundings and the course. Duh.

So much of running is mental, though I do credit the hill runs we’ve been doing for some time now. I don’t think I would’ve known how to power through if we hadn’t been doing that, hard as it is. Same goes for yoga. I am so much stronger than I think I am. I know this to be true. When you are in the middle of it, though, it is difficult to push through. It is difficult to adjust your plan, make some mid-race, or mid-pose changes. It’s such a blow to the ego. But, honestly, that is the best feeling…when you can allow yourself some grace. I’ve found that when I just relax, and as my grandfather told me again and again, just let it be, I will have a good run. I will find my strength.

My Grandpa Stiff and me. I find myself channeling his calm and strength more often that I can tell you. He was, by far, the coolest, and he had more of an influence on me than he realized. Or maybe he knew. He was the best.

My Grandpa Stiff and me. I find myself channeling his calm and strength more often that I can tell you. He was, by far, the coolest, and he had more of an influence on me than he realized. Or maybe he knew. He was the best.

Next up is the GoGirlRun, here in Columbia, on the 24th. I’m SO not looking at the course! 🙂

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