I’m a rebel, and I run. I don’t do long, or race pace, or tempo. I avoid the hills, and rarely do I engage in dreaded intervals. But I’m really good at easy. Give me easy and I go, Yes, I just go. I’m a rebel, but I run. Just the same, I run. […]
waxing poetic, waning frenetic
I’m a rebel, and I run. I don’t do long, or race pace, or tempo. I avoid the hills, and rarely do I engage in dreaded intervals. But I’m really good at easy. Give me easy and I go, Yes, I just go. I’m a rebel, but I run. Just the same, I run. […]