Would anyone be interested? Would I be inundated with messages from creepy old men? (Sorry, but this is seriously a thing.) Or could it actually… work? Would I actually find someone who was interested in hauling our spandex-clad tushies further and further each week, until we could successfully run what sounds like an impossible distance?
Read MoreThat life will only happen if I push myself, and force shy Emily into those situations where she doesn’t know a soul and doesn’t have the option of standing in the corner engrossed in an IKEA poster.
Read MoreI only wish that I would’ve learned this a few years earlier and expanded my circle in New York. If you’re willing to take my word for it, please know that putting in a little extra effort…
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