It was a bad running year due to the wonky foot and inconsistent training, so I skipped out on doing a review of my racing year. I just wanted to put it behind me and start fresh. But I came across a photo that reminded me of a race that I didn’t mention to anyone (except Trainer) that I was going to run. It ended up in a DNF – my second of the year — and was my best race memory of 2018.
You know the type. The kind of girl that has no girlfriends, either because she feels more comfortable around guys, doesn’t like women, women don’t like her, or all of the above. I really really don’t want to be one of Those Girls, but earlier this year, I feared that’s exactly what I was turning into.