I may have been a year shy of being a fetus when my coach won the Boston Marathon, but Jack Fultz gets me. He coaches with references to Goethe on commitment and Csikzentmihalyi on flow theory. As if that wasn’t enough, the man has placed a chocolate-chip cookie in the hand of Mr. Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen. I love cookies. I love Bruce. I love Mihalyi Csikzentmihalyi. Which is why Jack and I totally agree that I am giving up racing from here on out.

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I went one week without running. Okay, not entirely true. I needed to blow off steam on Wednesday so I snuck in a mile before co-coaching the last session of fall track. It was a good mile. No soreness, abundant energy. I wore pigtails. An untimed mile in pigtails is usually a good mile.

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