Surviving Farch

Friends, it’s almost here–the longest, cruellest month of the year: Farch. (Sorry, Eliot, it’s not April. April is when we remember that we once didn’t loathe existence as either a theory or a practice.) Farch: known more popularly as the nigh endless period of time spanning February 1st to March 31st. You know what I’m…

Brand new day

This morning, I ran my first ever race–5km as part of the Scotiabank Waterfront Marathon series. I was so nervous, I barely slept last night. I didn’t know what to expect and I worried a lot about not leaving the house in time and missing it altogether, or not arriving early enough to take a…

Running in different languages

Today, I finished reading Haruki Murakami’s memoir, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. I gifted it to myself back in August, but decided not to read it until a couple of weeks before I ran my first race…ever. That’s correct: I am 37 years old, and I have never run a race,…