A particularly infuriating conversation with my mom tonight reminded me 1) Why I felt it was necessary to put the Atlantic Ocean between us 2) Why nothing restores balance to my life quite like tearing through a long run on a winter night. Even after 2 glasses of wine with dinner.
It's a little early to officially begin training (I solemnly swear I will not be one of those runners that gives you a daily training update. Seriously. I'm a runner and they annoy the everloving shit out of me) but regardless of where I am living in three months, I can tell you exactly where I will be April 21th.