What Running (And Failing At) A Race Taught Me
Pre-race, post-potty – the high point of my day. The End: Shaking, incoherent, sobbing, vomiting and laying under all my blankets still in my sweat-soaked racing clothes: This was how my kids found mommy yesterday. The Beginning: “Sure, give me some of your pills!” Famous. Last. Words. That pretty much sums it up. But if …