Marathon

We’re All Mad Here

We gather together at an ungodly hour to reenact the original 26.2 miles run by Pheidippides which, fun fact, he wound up dropping dead from.

“It’s only a 10K…”

I’m not sure when the transformation occurred, so it must have happened slowly. But a few weeks ago, when I went to Vegas to run in the Rock ‘n Roll Marathon, my friends decided I was an athlete. I’m not.

The Cancer Movie

In the movie in my mind, I am the valiant card-carrying cancer warrior, a runner of marathons and wearer of pink. I carry a shield emblazoned with “I SURVIVED!” in huge letters as I cartwheel into oncology offices and sprinkle… Read More ›

Forgetting Boston

Somewhere on that Friday, I forgot about Boston. Don’t get me wrong. I was plugged into virtually every part of the story that unfolded that day like an episode of Homeland. Or 24. I had the live police scanner feed… Read More ›