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Alex Hutchinson’s _Endure: Mind, Body, and the Curiously Elastic Limits of Human Performance_ (book review)

Alex Hutchinson’s _Endure: Mind, Body, and the Curiously Elastic Limits of Human Performance_ (book review)

How good can I be?

If I were a betting woman, I’d wager that it’s highly likely that we’ve all asked this question of ourselves, publicly or privately, at least once in our lives. Particularly if we consider ourselves to be athletes, and more pertinent to the tone of this blog, especially if we are runners, it is highly likely that we have all wondered  we have wondered where our limits lie. How much further can we run, how much faster can we go — simply stated, how much better can we be? — and relatedly, what will it take to get to that elusive point of “better,” that point beyond where we currently reside?

Adding to the seeming explosion in the canon of brain training and running literature comes writer Alex Hutchinson’s newest book, Endure: Mind, Body, and the Curiously Elastic Limits of Human Performance. I’ve read Hutchinson’s work pretty regularly when he was a contributor over at Runner’s World (and now that he’s gone over to Outside) and back in the day, I read one of his other books, Which Comes First: Cardio or Weights? From what I can remember from his time at RW, he was one of the “running science” guys, someone who’d write about some esoteric, “super science-y” running-related concept and who would then package his findings into accessible take-aways for readers, those of us who aren’t endowed with a Ph.D in physics like himself but who are nonetheless curious about the scientific process that underlies all this running-related stuff. 

I took a pic of my library book copy and put it on IG stories but alas, did not save it. this screenshot from amazon will have to suffice.

So it was with Endure. As the title suggests, in his book, Hutchinson examines the so-called limitations to human performance, particularly in the realm of endurance and thus, running (but not exclusively). In a way, his book reads like a literature review of the numerous studies in the past that have examined anything and everything related to human endurance, yet his book’s not just a literature review (and thankfully so). Instead, as Hutchinson explores the “curiously elastic limits of human performance,” he examines exactly why human performance is so malleable by simultaneously breaking down, problematizing, and hypothesizing about what different research findings suggest and their long-term implications for human performance. When I worked in higher ed, we always said (sometimes begrudgingly) that everything is a process. That’s the case here, too. Even if we think of endurance as being a simple mathematically-based equation, the reality is that it’s much more fraught with variables, some of which that matter (and many of which that don’t, or don’t to the degree to which we think they do). 

But I’m not a science person; I’ll probably hate this book. Well, sure. Most of us aren’t “science people”; shoot, I haven’t been in a science class for a good 10+ years. Nonetheless, if you’re a runner — and if you’re here in my teeny, tiny corner of the internet, surely you are — then simply by being a runner (or, I mean, being alive…) , you’re a participant in science. You don’t have to know all the terminology or be able to recite the Krebs cycle to understand a lot of what Hutchinson explains in his book, and fortunately, more often than not, his writing is completely accessible. There is simply so much that happens when we go for a run — on the physiological level, on the psychological level, on so many bodily systems levels — that it’s really pretty profound when you think about it.

this review doesn’t lend itself very naturally to many pictures, so I’ll have to go on a limb here. (insert some tenuous, endurance-related connection about having to endure to reach the top, whether literally or figuratively…)

While Hutchinson doesn’t break-down his book in that way — there’s no first you inhale the oxygen, which goes to your lungs, to where your brain sends a message — there is a healthy amount of exploring, of wondering why, in a major road race (DC’s Cherry Blossom 10 miler), for example, he personally was able to close the gap on a huge number of more able-bodied competitors one day, whereas in other races, he faltered horribly and finished poorly. Why is it that some days we can close like hell and finish a race or a hard workout so much better than our wildest dreams? What does it take to move the needle just a little bit more and get just a wee bit more out of ourselves? How much of our limitations are within our control to overcome, and how much lies beyond us? These are the questions that he spends over 200 pages exploring, buttressed with a litany of research to help arrive at his answers.

If you’re like a sizable percentage of the running community right now, you’ve probably been reading lots of other “brain training” related books, like How Bad Do You Want It?, Grit, or Run Strong, Stay Hungry. I’ve read all three of those books and have genuinely enjoyed each of them. I think every runner out there will do anything (legal) to gain a mental edge when it comes to racing, and most of us realize that our mental game needs much more attention and love than what we’ve been doling it out to it.

What separates Endure from any of the three aforementioned works (and in particular, the first two) is that Hutchinson shows that our limits simply are not just a matter of not wanting something badly enough. In other words, we can’t just will ourselves away to realizing a better performance. There is absolutely something to be said for mental fitness and mental resilience, absolutely, but making the assertion that “I didn’t want it badly enough” undermines what’s, in actuality, a really intricately-organized choreography between our mind and our body at any given time. It’s a tidy statement to claim that we faltered at achieving our goals because our mental game wasn’t strong, and while that may be true, there’s likely much more going on. That “much more going on” — that’s what Hutchinson tries to get at in this book.

I just now noticed, as I’m going back and quickly inserting pictures, that most everything I chose are pictures from running uphill on trails. Alright.

He names lots of familiar folks as he explores the research related to endurance, so if you’ve read virtually anything about this subject in the past couple years, chances are high that you’ll recognize a lot of the key players: Tim Noakes and Samuele Marcora among them. While Hutchinson doesn’t explicitly pin Noakes and Marcora against each other, as he explains their research (and their concomitant research implications), it’s fairly obvious that they are. Generally speaking, when it comes to what we all understand to be “endurance,” most of us think of it in one of two ways: something that’s more a matter of mental resiliency and toughness (a la Marcora) or something that’s determined by a Central Governor or otherwise biologically-dictated and precluding factor (a la Noakes). This strict bifurcation is what Hutchinson upends a bit by straddling a lot in the gray area. In Endure, Hutchinson problematizes this otherwise clean dichotomy and posits how our endurance isn’t necessarily a matter of either/or.

In a word (or a few): this shit’s complicated. Its implications are enormous, however.

I appreciated how Hutchinson structured his book, dividing it into three distinct parts (Mind and Muscle, Limits, and Limit Breakers), and then sub-dividing each section into even more specific parts (including exploring the view of human bodies as machines, a la A.V. Hill; the limits that pain, oxygen, or heat impose on human performance; or how some people “train” their brain to perform better). Unlike, say, How Bad Do You Want It, Endure doesn’t feature case study after case study to elucidate its claims. Instead, Hutchinson intersperses his case studies and vignettes more selectively, nestled amongst the science that he’s exploring, making the book lighter on the storytelling side and heavier on the academic side.

That said, I still thought his writing style was completely accessible and easy-to-follow, and thankfully, I never felt bogged-down or suffocated in incomprehensible scientific jargon or minutiae. (Again, let me reiterate that I haven’t been in a college science class for over a decade, and I was still absolutely able to follow his writing and actually enjoyed it). In addition, Hutchinson anchors a lot of his findings and exploration in the running and cycling communities, ostensibly because it’s from those disciplines that a lot of the endurance-related science and studies are based, but he still includes other applicable findings from hiking-related research and Arctice exploration; I guess you could say that endurance is endurance, for the most part.

So what do we make of endurance, then? Or rather, how do we define it? As you can probably guess, this is a loaded question, but for the purposes of his book, Hutchinson subscribes to Marcora’s idea of endurance being “the struggle to continue against a mounting desire to stop,” a definition that importantly involves both the mental and the physical components of the game.

That’s really the crux of the book: that endurance is mental, yes, but it’s also very much physical (or physiological); that there are components to our endurance capacities over which we can control, sure, but there are others over which we are in the passenger seat, more or less along for the ride. We can only control so much — at least right now, at this moment in history. How that will change over the coming years — and the ethical implications therein — remains to be seen.   

Miley Cyrus said it’s the climb. Alex Hutchinson said more or less the same.

As is probably to be expected, at least from my experience from reading other science writing, Hutchinson takes a lot of the popular wisdom and so-called conventional knowledge from this particular realm of science and turns it on its head a bit, challenging it and showing how — and why — exactly things are more complicated than we tend to think they are. Case in point: dehydration (or thirst). He devotes an entire chapter to the subject under the “limits” section of the book, and aside from recalling the oft-cited Gatorade origin story, he gets deep into the science — the original studies and the follow-ups that contest them — that are responsible for the popular notion that even being dehydrated just 2% can cause a noticeable performance deterioration. It’s really fascinating stuff.

Supplementing this chapter is “fuel,” another foray into the biological/physiological under-the-hood effects that our fuel has on our performance and how (or why) it is that our fuel of choice affects in the profound ways it does. It’s beyond the scope of my review here to detail each limitation as Hutchinson characterizes them, but you can probably guess some of the others — including heat, oxygen, and pain. Again: I find this stuff to be fascinating, the least of which because there is just so much damn contention about these ideas within the running and greater scientific communities. Collective wisdom is just that, collective wisdom. No one said anything about it ever being accurate (or sound). As a layperson, it’s interesting to read all the different sides to the argument. 

Endure isn’t a training manual, nor does it come with glossy, self-referential exercises at the end of each chapter to help you pull away key tidbits that will necessarily help propel you to your Next Great Big Thing in your own racing or personal endeavors. Endure is much too untidy for something that, well, neat. Instead, this book posits all the many shades of uncertainty that exist within ourselves and within our capacities for realizing our goals — be they athletic, career, or whatever else — and in doing so, it lends a ton of power to the numerous variables that can affect our performance at any given time. The limiting factors that I touched upon already definitely play a role here — I’m talking heat, oxygen, fuel, and thirst — but other comparably-important variables include a coach’s words (i.e. how you’re prepared, or not, going into a key workout or race); Borg’s rating of perceived exertion (RPE, as you’re probably more familiar with), and pacing (or as Ross Tucker, Tim Noakes’ acolyte, described as “the anticipatory regulation of performance” [211]). Pacing, in and of itself, would probably be a sufficiently robust example to use for the entirety of this book simply because it incorporates both the mental and the physiological side to endurance: or in other words, according to Tucker, it’s “the process of comparing the effort you feel at any given point in a race to the effort you expect at that stage — an internal template that you develop and fine-tune from experience” (211). You’re not going to walk away from Endure feeling like you necessarily have an arsenal of mental Jedi tricks to power you through the next struggle you encounter in your pursuits, but it will make you more cognizant of the role that everything sometimes can (or does) play. Sometimes cognizance is enough. 

This is arguably one of the poorest book reports I’ve written because quite honestly, I didn’t know where to start with it. There’s so much good stuff in Endure, from both the science and the “human” side of things, that figuring out how to neatly encapsulate it all seems like a grand exercise in futility. Probably one of the best aspects to this book is in how Hutchinson punctuated the beginning of each major section with a snapshot from his time as an on-site reporter in Italy during Nike’s Breaking2 attempt last year. As I understand it, he was one of a very few and select reporters granted on-site press access to the highly secretive behind-the-scenes detail, and really, when we talk about human endurance and human performance, you can’t get much of a better stage than that: humans attempting to run 26.2 miles in under two hours on their own, (dope-free) volition.

That’s where this stuff gets exciting, when we as humans begin to realize what Hutchinson calls the elasticity of our performance, that we can slowly but surely begin to wrap our heads around going after our Next Great Big Thing, whatever it is. No one thought that humans could safely run a sub-4 minute mile, until Sir Roger Bannister did (and aptly, Hutchinson talks about this a lot and the issues with such a blanket claim like that). Remember when women couldn’t run marathons — and most definitely couldn’t run while they were pregnant — until they could and until they did? We couldn’t put humans into outer space until — you guessed it — we did. It’s in this audacious dreaming, scheming, and hoping that we can begin to conceptualize the versions of ourselves that are getting after our Next Great Big Thing and that we realize how much we have shortchanged ourselves all this time because of some (or many) preconceived notions or limitations we’ve thrust onto ourselves.

better, together. c/o HRC’s _What Happened_

Toward the end of his book, Hutchinson talks about how “placebo” is a bit of a dirty word in science for all the obvious reasons, and he features a scientist (whose name I can’t remember, unfortunately) who challenges all of us to alter our thinking on this, acknowledging that the “belief effects” an athlete has can (and often does) influence his/her performance quite significantly. Again, I think this is fascinating to read about because in a sport like running that is so littered with endemic levels of doping, if there’s something out there that athletes can use and swear by as a performance booster — even if it’s scientifically irrelevant and has no causal or correlative effect — by all means, if they think it works, it works; what do we care? Wear the mantra bracelet, don the compression socks, put your hair up in that special rubber band; if it doesn’t violate the integrity of your abilities with some shady pharamaceutical, why not? 

It will be interesting to see how human endurance changes — or is challenged — in the next half-century. There is so much out there now, so many strategies and gear and visualization and brain techniques (and more) that promise everything short of a breakthrough, and for people who are itching to squeeze out every last drop from their potential, all of these tools are viable options and fair game. With Breaking2, many people moaned and groaned the “manufactured” and “contrived” nature of it and duly complained that Nike’s VaporFlys yield up to a 4% increase in performance (making it akin to legalized doping, as some critics are claiming) and also  mentioned that the runners got to draft behind an electric Tesla with a big-ass clock that blocked the wind ever-so-perfectly. Despite all of this, the fact that some of the world’s best runners (marathoners, specifically) decided that they’d go for a moonshot and attempt to do something that no one else had ever done — that’s what matters. That’s the takeaway. That’s what’s curious and elastic.

Hutchinson doesn’t end his book with any sort of inspirational if the Breaking2 guys can do it, so can you! message for the masses. Interestingly, though, when he talked to Eliud Kipchoge (who ran 2:00:25 at Breaking2) immediately post-race, Kipchoge, himself, made it a point to say that his 2:00 victory, while short of the Breaking2 dream, was a victory for all of us — for all of humanity. You could say that the Breaking2 venue was a perfect embodiment of what endurance is all about — regardless of how “contrived” or how big of a “marketing and PR stunt” it may have been — because it was in that huge, global stage that many of us were reminded that we are capable of doing some incredible and extraordinary things. Our endurance is more than carbon shoes, cheesy mantras, or being the conductor on our own Pain Train; it’s all of that stuff, sure, and more. Much more. We rarely, if ever, allow ourselves to glimpse down that rabbit hole.

c/o news.nike.com (Hey, Joan and Allyson!).

Most of us will not go on to realize otherworldly athletic feats on a global scale, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t achieve accomplishments that are otherworldly for ourselves. What that looks like will be dependent upon each of us, of course, and our relative strengths and weaknesses. My takeaway — and I’m guessing that of Hutchinson, his point of writing this book — is to remind all of us that a lot, but not all, of our limitations are self-inflicted. Each of us is able to realize so much more than we know (or could probably comprehend) — and that shit’s exciting exhilarating, if you ask me.

How we stretch ever-so-slightly more out of ourselves with each day, each trial, each tribulation is up to us and us alone; as Hutchinson’s subtitle suggests, our capacity to endure is curious, yes, but it’s also elastic, and therein lies the excitement, my friends.

 

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it.

-Rudyard Kipling, “If” (also quoted on p.7 of Endure)

2018 She.is.Beautiful ‘baby mama’ 10k race report – Santa Cruz, CA

2018 She.is.Beautiful ‘baby mama’ 10k race report – Santa Cruz, CA

The Santa Cruz iteration of Run She.is.Beautiful 5k/10k has become a go-to race for me in the past few years. It has been a race that I’ve done for the past four years now, almost as long as I have lived here, when I’ve been in very different junctures in my life: in 2015, pushing A in the 5k, and freshly into my second trimester with G; in 2016, pushing a little 7 month-old G in the 10k; in 2017, pushing a bigger, heavier, and of course older G in the 10k again; and now, in 2018, pushing G in the 10k yet again, and just one day shy of 6 weeks after having a stroke.

from packet pickup in SC on Thursday

 

To run — or race — a 10k, pushing your heavy and healthy 2 ½ year old, just six weeks after having a stroke is both an exercise in humility and unwavering gratitude. I had registered for this race way back in autumn ‘18, before I had even a remote idea of how I wanted my spring racing to resemble. After the CIM high came and went, and Lisa and I started rebuilding in January, I figured that maybe I’d be able to repeat all my other SIB appearances, notch another W for the fourth consecutive year (because why not aim high, right?), and more importantly, hack off some more time from my SIB ‘17 posting. It sounded good on paper, at least. 

definitely some truth here

The stroke, of course, upended everything, but only to a degree. When I toed the line at SIB, surrounded by basically a colony’s worth of some of my friends from various running circles, Wolfpack and more, my mind wasn’t focused so much on what would surely be the physical challenges of the day — I had run exactly six times in six weeks, with all of those runs being in the ten days prior to race day, and no more than 5 miles — but instead, I just couldn’t believe that I was there, that I was physically well enough and sufficiently able-bodied post-stroke to go casually run a 10k while pushing my toddler. Oh, also, I had run with G exactly one time — for a solid 2 miles, on my first run post-stroke — so not only was I definitely out of shape, I was also intensely out of stroller running shape. (There’s a difference; ask any parent who runs pushing children). This was going to be quite a ride for sure, much like this whole post-stroke reality has been.

SIB always has great signs pre-, mid-, and post-race

I couldn’t have picked a better race to be my first foray “back” into the racing scene, and my expectations — and if I’m being honest, my goals, too — were nonexistent. I just wanted to do it. I had even told my friends that, in the days preceding the race, if my neurologist were to come back and renege on his earlier diagnosis and sideline me from running for longer, I still would have made the trip over the hill for the race, even if it meant experiencing it on the sidelines. The positivity, sense of empowerment, community, inspiration, and of course, the fun competition that this race engenders is second to none, and it’s truly up there with Thanksgiving on my “favorite days of the year” list. It means a lot because I believe in its message, that you (I, we, all of us) are good enough where we are, right now, and that we’d all do both ourselves and the world a solid by acknowledging that.

 

Wolfpack women showing up

The beauty of starting lines is the promise they hold. We’re designed in such a way that we place a lot of value on ways to demarcate our time (and our lives, really) very cleanly; in so many words, that’s why so many of us will willingly start a new habit (a better way of eating, a more regimented exercise routine, whatever) on a Monday, or on January 1, rather than some random Thursday in August. (Aside: Daniel Pink’s When talks about this in a lot more detail. It’s really fascinating. We are hardwired to do some weird shit).

Anyway, to be able to stand at an actual starting line, a real, tangible, starting line, surrounded by a sea of other people — in this case, women,  more or less around my age, some pushing kiddos around G’s age — was a very cool feeling. Couple that with the fact that I just had a medical emergency that could have very well killed me a month and a half earlier, and yeah, suffice it to say that I was thinking about starting lines in ways more profound than simply related to running.

…and friends <3

Starting lines intrigue me so much, too, because most of the time, we have close to no idea of what everyone had to do, which choices they had to make, in order to be standing at that start line, bumping shoulders with us, and yet here we all are, together, about to race alongside each other and travel the same journey. That starting line may be Runner A’s way of making an income, while it could be a PR attempt for Runner B, or a celebration of many weeks’ and months’ worth of concerted training and shattering comfort zones for Runner C. Runner D might have gotten suckered into showing up by a friend, or Runner E could be there simply because they’re alive and feel like that is reason enough. Talking about starting lines in such crunchy granola terms like this makes me sound more hippy-dippy and metaphysical than I actually am, but there’s an inherent beauty in starting lines — and in the promise they hold, the sheer opportunity and magnitude that underpins them — and sometimes, it’s easy to forget. It’s really a pretty beautiful thing when you step back and really consider it in its totality; it makes me, at least, stop and sorta behold the whole thing. 

 

nice capture by the race photographer’s drone; do you see us?

 

thanks to SIB for the free pics, too!

The SIB 10k, specifically the ‘baby mama’ division (the race category that delineates stroller-pushing runners from those running unencumbered), was my first opportunity since my stroke to see a lot of my teammates and friends from the running community. Holding my shit together was of the essence — there’s no crying in running! How can you run if you can’t see through teary eyes!? — and for the most part, I was successful. Janet and I, and our respective kiddos, ran from her friend’s house to the start line, about a mile and change, for our warm-up before hanging around for a while and catching up with many of our teammates and friends from the greater south bay running scene. I didn’t hesitate to line up right on the line, even though I knew I wouldn’t be racing at any sub-7 paces like I’ve done before in this race, and when the starting sound blared, under a somewhat ominous sky and over freshly-rained-on pavement, G and I began cruising toward the finish line.

 

with Janet and Paula and children at the start

 

an added bonus of running with the stroller is having my phone for start line pics 🙂

As much as I can tell, the course was the same, or very similar, to the 10k course in 2017. Meg passed me early on and went on to clinch the 10k baby mama W this year (which was awesome!), and I got to see a handful of 5k-running teammates at their turn-around, flying toward home. Seeing Dave and three of the four fitfam6 children around mile 2, just like last year, was a treat as always, and when my body began to make it resoundingly clear that it was sufficiently tired, I didn’t think twice about slowing down: no expectations, no goals, just sheer gratitude to be alive to be there racing with whatever I had in me on the day. G was comfortably hanging in her little sleeping bag-like stroller sack and remarkably managed to fall asleep sometime before mile 4, if I recall correctly, even with American Idiot jamming behind her head. (She’s a big Green Day fan).

HI, FRIEND! (PC: Dave/@fitfam6)

After we exited Natural Bridges, began running straight into a wall of wind, and inched our way closer to the finish line and Hoka’s half-mile-to-home finishing straight contest, somewhere in the mix, I noticed JT Service (founder of Represent Running, the race organization responsible for the Run the Bay series of events) doing crowd control. Never before I have attempted to run, while pushing a stroller, and somehow mid-run jump to the left, while never letting go of the stroller, and hug another person without breaking stride, but now I can add that trick to my repertoire. Next time, I’ll have to add the “take a picture” element to that maneuver.

another great drone capture by the event photog

 

Santa Cruz is stupid pretty sometimes (another great free pic)

Per usual with SIB, the last bit of the race, when the 5k merges with the 10k, was pretty hairy. I’m not sure how SIB can rectify the problem, short of staging the race at different times (5k before the 10k or vice-versa) or changing the course altogether to one that’d allow for wider passage, and even these changes would bring some unwanted side effects, too. In pre-race emails, I noticed that they had communicated very clearly and very explicitly that runners and walkers shouldn’t be more than two abreast, but unfortunately — as in years past — people didn’t listen, didn’t seem to know, or maybe didn’t care. It was no big deal for me this year, since I wasn’t racing competitively, but I know from years past that it can be really frustrating to be coming in hot — and pushing a stroller — and suddenly have to worry about crashing into a wall of people who can’t hear you or don’t understand (or care?) that you don’t want to break pace. Every year I want to solve this challenge, and every year I come up short.

Time to fly for the final 800m of the race (and navigate a sea of people)

As I finished the 10k, I couldn’t help but laugh at how tired I was and wondered if I had bored G to sleep, since she had been knocked out for a while and proceeded to sleep for another 30+ minutes at the post-race awards ceremony, to the backdrop of bumpin’ music and a boisterous crowd. It was awesome to see so many teammates and friends again and to meet friends of friends and re-meet Strava/IG/people I’ve met at previous races. It was also really touching to hear so many people ask me how I was doing and listen to them tell me that they had been following my story online for the past couple months. For someone who’s way more comfortable talking about my children’s exploits, or otherwise operating fairly behind the scenes, it is incredibly humbling to hear so many people tell you that they’ve been worried about you and have been thinking, praying, rooting, whatever for you and your continued good health.

    

she rarely sleeps when we run together, so I was pretty impressed.

Janet, the children, and I ran another mile cooldown back to her friend’s house, and we eventually went over to our teammate, Sam’s, beautiful home for brunch, alongside many other teammates, friends, and family members. It was an awesome morning and a long one, too; G and I left SJ around 6am for an 8:30 race and didn’t return until close to 3pm. It was wonderful.

 

cooling down along the coast with Janet and the kids

There was a time in my life, relatively recently, where I would hesitate to show up for races if I weren’t in “racing shape” because I wanted to spare myself the embarrassment and the trip on the Struggle Bus. All things considered, it would have been a lot easier for me not to run SIB for any number of obvious reasons, but running this race — showing up for both it and myself, really — mattered to me. Among other things, it signified that I was moving in the direction of recovery post-stroke — both physiologically and psychologically — and surrounding myself for a morning with some of my biggest local cheerleaders and friends whom I genuinely find inspiring and wonderful human beings, who just so happen to be runners, was good for my soul and my head. Most of us would stand to benefit a ton from doing more stuff that’s good for our souls and our heads, regardless if we’re coming off a life-threatening medical emergency or not. YOLO, right? Let us not waste our precious time on things, activities, or people who rob us of joy.

Ultimately, on SIB race day (St. Patrick’s Day!), I had run my furthest distance post-stroke (a continuous 10k and 8+ for the day), and soreness aside — the woes of getting in shape — I felt great. When I talk about my running, I always say that my joy is in the journey, and SIB is a perfect backdrop for that sentiment. If you’re local or are ever in the area, definitely put it on your calendar. (Plus, this year’s Women Who Fly winners will get to run SIB in Santa Barbara, yay! If you haven’t yet, seriously: go apply! What do you have to lose by trying?!)

Again: thank you, so much, for all your continued support and encouragement.

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