It’s a Tuesday morning in July, just after sunrise. I’ve already pounded out three miles all uphill, close to a thousand feet of elevation gain under my dirty, well they used to be pink and grey, once upon a time on a mountain, Saucony trail runners. The sun is just starting to peak out above …
If it’s a Tuesday morning at six a.m. I’m probably sweating in our living room. It’s barely light outside but my boyfriend and I are already doing burpees and power squats while Sean T yells at us from the t.v. in the corner. At first the dogs are always confused by us jumping around like …