First road marathon: mission aborted

In a nutshell, Francesco was sick and couldn’t make it to the startline. He fought with a fever for a week before deciding he was going to pull out. He had trained his heart out for his marathon debut, and I had poured all my energy into being the best supporter ever, but it was just not going to happen this time. It was harsh, but since we had already bought our flights we took off anyways and got to spend the loveliest weekend with both our families together, which almost never happens. Even so, I was surprised by how … Continue reading First road marathon: mission aborted

Our own #Breaking2

We organised our little version of #Breaking2 over the weekend. It wasn’t about breaking any 2 – hours, minutes, or legs, but it was about breaking one’s limits – in this case, my time for a half marathon. We picked a course, a pace, and a pacer, and set off to break my PR. No actual race, no other competitors, no medals, no frills. Francesco had come back from his running retreat in Tuscany with a renewed enthusiasm not just for running, which had never faltered, but also for coaching me, which was an outcome as sweet as unexpected. We … Continue reading Our own #Breaking2