One morning, in the spring of 2011, I was pool running in Berkeley, California. As I bobbed through the water, I watched the morning light creep over the hills.
It's within this cavern of discomfort where we take stock of our courage—and figure out what we're made of.
During my time in South Carolina, Paris Mountain loomed large—until I finally ran up it.
Whether you run today or not, guilt is just part of being a runner.
The app makes training and racing more social, but running is meant to be isolating.