“You’re almost there!” It’s a statement people yell to runners at nearly every race, from 5Ks to ultramarathons — and it’s usually a lie.
Mind Over Miles
(As of early 2013,) Farin Montanez is a 25-year-old mom of two who started running — after a decade-long hiatus — in November. “Mind over miles” chronicles her training for the Santa Rosa Marathon. She can be reached at farin at maderatribune.net. Follow her on Instagram at mind_over_miles.
My running coach rocks. (No, I’m not just saying that to gain favoritism!)
An ultramarathon, any race longer than 26.2 miles, is more of an eating contest than a race — or so I’ve read. That’s good, because I love food.
I almost forgot how exciting it is to watch other people run marathons.
“Pass fast” — it was the code name for the trick my middle school cross country coach taught us for beating other runners in a race. Pass runners quickly enough so that they won’t want to hang with you.
On “Easy Peasy Fido Friday” with my running group, we run at a leisurely pace for an hour — 30 minutes up the Eaton Trail at Woodward Park and 30 minutes back — and whoever has a “running dog” brings him or
I spend my free time, which amounts to about 10 hours per week (only slightly kidding), running, writing about running, or reading about running.