Dear Rock

You suck. No, really. You suck. You are the absolute worst rock in the whole world. You deserve to be buried under a mile of mushy dirt far from all your stone friends. The mountain that you are descended from would shake its massive boulders in shame if it knew what you did. And don’t…

Seasons of Slow

When I first started running I was dreadful. Not dreadful as in slow. Obviously I was slow. I’m talking about just running in general. I did a couple 5Ks and couldn’t go the entire distance without stopping for walk breaks. I mean, I couldn’t even go a full mile before my screaming legs and burning…