In so many ways this year seemed to be mentally defined by my 20, 20 mile runs. I know this isn’t a huge thing to a lot of athletes, but it felt like a monster goal to me and I was jazzed about it. I loved checking the first few off my list envisioning all the races I’d be running in 2020 and how these 20 milers would make me mentally and physically tough enough to get through them.... then when COVID hit in March I thought for sure I’d still be running my JUNE race, and being on safer-at-home only gave me more time to run. I was running 60 mile weeks and feeling great. I still remember vividly the day I got the email about Grandma’s being canceled. I cried. I was devastated. I ran my fastest 1/2 marathon that day. I ran out all my sadness and came home with a fresh perspective. 2020 was going to be about enjoying every run and remembering that each time I lace up my sneakers I GET to go out and do something I love. There were SO many good runs this year. Lots of solo miles....