Running is a free sport if you ignore everything I’ve ever purchased for running.

Nothing humbles you like getting passed by someone wearing a costume.

Every runner has that one toenail.

You paid to run. They gave you a banana. Everyone wins.

Paying $100 to be nervous in a parking lot before sunrise is called having a hobby.

Nothing bonds strangers faster than standing in a porta-potty line at 6 a.m.

There's always one person who says, "The heat is not that bad once you get used to it." That person is lying.

You paid to run. They gave you a banana. Everyone wins.

There's always that one person who says, "The heat is not that bad once you get used to it." That person is lying.

Race expos are just adult trick-or-treating.

Running in August is just agreeing to become soup.

Every race shirt immediately becomes either: • A favorite • Pajamas No in-between.

Your running shoes know more about your life than most people.

Running is hard. Being a mother is harder. Being a mom who runs? Unstoppable.

Running is not a “you vs. them” sport, it’s “you vs. you.”

Just get out there and run. Even if it sucks. Even if it’s short. Even if it’s slow. It’s still something.

Previously, we made a post claiming that runner’s biggest fear is geese. Upon further review, we’d like to make a correction: the runner’s biggest fear is having to poop mid-run.

We run for those who can’t and wish they could.

A runner will tell you their greatest fear is hills. Or maybe injury. Or the quiet, soul-crushing realization at mile 17 that they definitely started too fast. They are lying. The runner’s biggest fear is geese.

Death, taxes, and Garmin still calling me “Unproductive”.