Blogging about past Milo marathons a day before today was tempting fate to happen. It rained so hard the night before, and I woke up with the vulnerability of a newbie runner trying to figure out if a change in gear or strategy might be in order. As usual, I drove in an hour earlier,... Continue Reading →
The Spirit of the Milo Marathon (in my nutshell)
Milo medals dominate my medal rack because it's one annual tradition I couldn't miss for the world. No typo there, I could not, not I will not. There's an irresistible kind of high that draws you in, even when early announcements are just being made. It's a marathon of marathons, wreaking the havoc of a... Continue Reading →