Running after the Boston bombing, and brownies (!!)

My running after the Boston Marathon bombing piece published in the Anchorage Press today. You can check it out here:


Tidbits:

The challenge of 26.25 miles isn’t what it does to your body so much as what it does to your mind, how it subtly and cleverly wears down defenses, displays weaknesses, uncovers limitations and forces you to see yourself as the person you really are, not the person you want to be or pretend to be. You can’t lie during a marathon, can’t pretend to be in better shape than you are, can’t run a faster pace than what your body can handle. As they say in running circles, the marathon is the great equalizer. It cares nothing about sex or income level, skin color or country of origin. Basically, the marathon is about truth: the truth of your body and your mind, of the weather conditions and race course. Of how much you’re willing to give and how much pain you’re willing to face.  


And thanks to my lovely friend Ela, who spent the night last night and brought us these: Carob, arrowroot flour brownies. Oh. My. God. They were to die for. I ate too many and was on a sugar high all night.