Day 59: The Longest Day (Or at Least It Felt Like It)
A Rocky Start Today began with all the grace of a giraffe on roller skates. Sleep and I were not on speaking terms last night, thanks to an ill-advised Dr Pepper at Five Guys. Caffeine and I have an understanding—specifically, that I should avoid it after midday unless I want to spend the night engaging in a staring contest with the ceiling. Every half hour, I was jolted awake, as though my body had a secret agreement to check if the alarm had gone off yet. When it finally did—at 5am—it was, unsurprisingly, unwelcome. Dragging myself out of bed, I got ready for my planned morning run in Rochester, only to be met with weather that could best be described as ‘atmospheric catastrophe.’ Running in the rain is one thing, but running in whatever that was felt like a direct challenge from the universe. Begrudgingly, I postponed my run until after work—something I rarely enjoy but had to accept, as I reminded myself that back in 2019, nearly all my marathon training happened after work. The Th...