Most of the time, when you remember someone you’ve lost, things are overwhelmingly positive. I’ve been dwelling perhaps too much on the negative recently. 

When I have the opportunity to tour my midwestern family around Los Angeles, I always take it. This time, I was lucky enough to take my boyfriend’s youngest sister Rachel.

Who am I if not a runner? Time to look in the mirror and deal with the other shortcomings of my personality.

The self-pity wave brought on by Mother’s Day has passed for now. I made cookies, I planted flowers, and I read outside in the sun with Scout. Little things that bring joy and take my mind off of things. And I continue to deal, at least until the next wave of self-pity hangs over me and I start indignantly calling things unfair again.

Every time I gear up for a long run, I replay the video of Sifan Hassan, 2024 Olympic marathon champion, in my head. “Why did I say I was going to run a marathon? What is wrong with me?”

I’ve broken my right arm four times.