Imagine you’re running from the police at night and your sketchers start lighting up. I can think of no better metaphor for my athletic life. I started running late (age 22) and made all the mistakes out of the spotlight. When my time to shine came, I pull it together at the right race and landed a professional athlete contract. I think I benefited from naïveté in the beginning and a young training age. The past few years have been more up and down as I navigate my adult female body in a vastly changing running landscape. I don’t know where I fit into it.

The beauty of how I live my life is that trying to define what I do is fruitless. I change my mind frequently, voraciously listen to everything with an air of skepticism, and try to be kind to all. I fail a lot. But that’s the only way I’ve found to learn anything at all.

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