I have a mystery... a good mystery... but a mystery nonetheless.
A mystery.
I ran the whole f***ing way.
In what can be considered stunning in a purposefully lackluster hobby of running, a runner actually ran the whole 10k she participated in on May 11, 2014. The whole f***ing thing.
A brief summary of why I'm out on the roads again, training for another half marathon.
For the man who loved too much.
In the span of a few weeks I have lost two very important people in my life. This piece is for my glorious Mike. The most selfless, hilarious, and supportive man I've ever met.
Orange Squeaky 
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