I've had a variety of blogs over the years - from livejournal to blogger to tumblr - and it's nice to have a little outlet again. In keeping with my blog tradition, this one has a title in Italian.
"Io corre." I run. I'm a runner, and I love running, and I love talking and writing and thinking about running, and that's what I hope to do here, with some other stuff woven in.
This is not a healthy living blog. I will not ever document my food. I will not tell you that if you write "I am beautiful" on a post-it, your life will get better. I will not show you photographs of my dog. I will not share oatmeal "recipes" with you. Instead, I'll write about running. How it feels when you run 5 blocks at 6 am before you're even awake. The joy of coasting down a familiar hill. The anxiety and fear at the starting line of your first marathon. The giddy thrill of pinning on a race bib. The frustration and anger at missing a goal, whether by 10 seconds or 10 minutes. The fellowship of fellow runners. The shh-shh-shh sound of thousands of runners, two miles into a race, their feet pounding and breath singing.
I'm not a terrifically fast runner. I'm middle of the pack and am relatively okay with that. I've done one marathon, a handful of half-marathons, and a pile of other races of varying distances. I am by no means an expert on anything but how delicious gummy bears taste when consumed during a hot schweaty run.
This blog is inspired in large part by Tracy and Angry Runner and Morgan and many others who write about their running on the internet in smart, funny, witty, snarky ways.