(running in it, not chasing it) There are few things runners talk about with more intrigue and mysticism than "the Zone." The Zone is the elusive sweet spot– the point when the body, mind, and breath move together like one synchronous machine. For me, the Zone is not

(optimistically) I'm mad. All the time. Not in a red faced, foot-stomping kind of way, but in the way that my fundamental source of inspiration and propulsion through any given day is anger. Again, I'm not moving through my days yelling at everyone, cussing, and slamming

(on finding moderation) I can't talk about my relationship with alcohol without talking about my relationship with my father. I don't have a relationship with my dad, so usually, I don't talk about either. My mom and dad divorced when I was two due

(a new year's resolution I actually kept) Like anyone who goes to the gym regularly and occasionally posts gym content on IG, my FYP shows me a lot of lean, beautiful people running and lifting weights, and over the years, I started following a couple that I found