Advent

It's ironic that my training season begins in advent--the season of waiting. Because if you know anything about me, you know that I am anything but patient. Base miles can feel like drudgery, and the ten thousandth singing of "O Come, O Come Emmanuel" just doesn't ring as sweet.

So here I am, in the early days of December, laying the foundation for later rewards, of both the physical and spiritual variety. Time will tell...