I am crying. My bare feet are in the Pacific Ocean and I am crying, alone, staring out into the endless terraces of waves. I hear seagulls and I see the sun’s rays, yet everyone that just cheered me on for the last mile all of a sudden disappeared. All the beaming proud faces were gone and nothing was visceral to me anymore. Their voices, the patterings of their feet, and their presence all disappeared. It was me and the ocean. It was all intrinsic. It was all my own. It was me and the accomplis… Continue

Am I supposed to be freakin' out right now? Should 33.2 more miles to go be making me cry? Should I be waking up these last few mornings with a sense of accomplishment and pride? Should I be tearing up during my last days? With my run about to end on Tuesday, I have all these thoughts like this - what is this SUPPOSED to be like? Then...I stop in my thoughts and tell myself, "this is not SUPPOSED to be anything...it will JUST BE what it is."

My run is against all the "supposed to-s." My run is… Continue