I'm an Oregonian and we love our runners. Like the great one, Prefontaine.
Many people have asked if I'm some Olympic athlete writing incognito.
I'm a runner but not of Olympian standards. It's a hobby. A lifestyle. An excuse to procrastinate when I'm trying to write.
But for the purposes of this blog, let's assume that I am an Olympic athlete.
With great hair.
Arms that don't waddle.
The endurance of a gazelle.
….. or not. But that's the fun of writing fiction. In Out of Breath, I could envision being Kat, crossing the finish line of a nose-bleeding, foot freezing mountain race. It was fun to be a competitive runner for a while, even if it was only in character.