My first marathon was the Marine Corps Marathon in October 2015. It seems like only a few weeks ago, I was on the eve of that race, filled with excitement and anxiety about the race, about the unknown. Somehow though, it has been two years. And in two years, I’ve now run 16 marathons. Sixteen!…
No matter what, the finish line of a race is a special place, one of memories and feelings of accomplishment. Rarely do runners have the chance to immediately share that moment of crossing the finish line with someone. For some, they may have trained alone and run alone, wanting to finish alone and have that…
In 1998, I spent 79 days backpacking the Appalachian Trail, hiking a total of 1,318 miles from mid-Virginia to Mt. Katahdin in Maine. My whole goal for that summer was to climb Mt. Katahdin and have my picture taken with the famed sign that proclaimed that spot as the northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail.…
Robyn Runs the World 