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It's the final week of Runnaisance!!! April 24 to 26. Two arenas. Same weekend. 13.1 miles and my work at the Superfine Art Fair. For the past couple of weeks, I have been waking up with the same question. Can I run today? How's my injury? Some days the answer felt like yes.Some days it clearly wasn’t. So I kept testing. A few miles, then pull back.A little more, then reassess. Not fully injured anymore. But not fully ready either. Just in between. At first, I thought this ph

I still do not know whether I will be able to run this half marathon. That uncertainty is not the hardest part. The harder part is this: I did a lot of things right, and it still wasn’t enough. The plan was simple. Build mileage. Stay consistent. Arrive prepared. For a while, it was working. Then it wasn’t. I haven’t completed a proper long run since February 23. At that point, I had just hit 8 miles, my longest run. There was momentum. Structure. Confidence. Now the race is

The last ten days have been frustrating in a way that is hard to explain unless you’ve experienced it. I’ve been told not to run. What makes that especially difficult is that I was actually doing everything the way you’re supposed to. My training had structure. I wasn’t randomly pushing mileage. I warmed up before runs. I stretched after. I foam rolled after runs. I did strength training during the week to support my legs and glutes. I was doing yoga for flexibility and eati

This week I ran 4 miles. Outside. 0°C. Slight rain. The kind of cold that makes your body question the decision immediately. There were multiple moments I considered skipping that run. Not dramatic moments. Just small negotiations. Running indoors would have been easier. Treadmills are predictable. Temperature controlled. Pace controlled. Conditions controlled. Outside, none of that exists. But that unpredictability is exactly why I wanted to go outside. The half marathon I’

This week wasn’t about performance, it was about perspective. Earlier this week, a blizzard hit NYC. I was looking out the window with my husband, watching the snow build up, but all I could think about was the 8 miles that were on my half-marathon training agenda for the day. "I have to run 8 miles on the treadmill today, how am I going to run that much?!" 8 miles was my longest ever and it felt so heavy before I'd even started! I was thinking, “I have to do this". I kept t

April 26, 2026 . Brooklyn Half Marathon— my first ever! Same weekend, April 24th - 26th: Super Art Fair in Brooklyn, where I'll be exhibiting a new series of paintings. Two arenas. Two scoreboards. One weekend! The plan was to train quietly, paint quietly, show up prepared, and see what happened. No announcements. No documentation. Just execution. And then yesterday, I ended up crouched on my floor, laughing. The Seven-Mile Trigger The run itself was fine. Seven miles on the.