Up until my 24th birthday, I had never run a race outside of Boston. That’s not surprising, considering I’ve lived almost a quarter (!!) of my life in Boston and only started running a little over three years ago.
Empire State of Mind
The Year I Became a “Runner”
On January 10, 2016, I made the mistake of signing up for the B.A.A. Distance Medley. The Medley, organized by the Boston Athletic Association (the same people behind the famed Boston Marathon!), consists of three races yearly: a 5K in mid-April, a 10K at the end of June, and a half marathon in mid-October.
At this point, the longest race I had ever “run” was a 5K, which I admittedly struggled to get through without stopping to catch my breath. Signing up for the Medley was my new year’s resolution – I had put down more than $200 hoping that the price would finally motivate me to get off my butt and actually train for a race.
On Writing (Again)
It’s college graduation time once again and many of my now-college graduate friends have asked me over and over again – “How is working life?”
I always give them the same monotone answer. “It’s the same thing. Every day.” My eyes always drift upwards, I always let out a short sigh.
(My boyfriend hates this. “We do things!” he corrects. “We do lots of things!” I admit, I make postgrad life sound like the worst thing ever. It really isn’t… but…)
Trisha Serquina 