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 MoreAnd after I took my time to be upset and marinate in my feelings, I poured myself a glass of wine, and sat down to hatch my game plan. And what I realized, after I clawed through the stew of shaken confidence, confused optimism, and utter insecurity that was crowding my brain, was something which is now increasingly familiar:
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.
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