A journey across the map and back to myself
The Long Run Home is a cross-country marathon project — but it’s also a personal reclamation.
It’s me and Malcolm chasing 26.2 miles in every state, one finish line at a time. But the real miles? They’re the ones that lead inward.
This isn’t just about races. It’s about roadtrips and recovery, playlists and purpose, finding softness in exhaustion and strength in solitude.
Some people run to escape. We’re running to remember. To rebuild.
To make it home — whatever that means now.
Got a race that changed your life? Tell us. Maybe we’ll meet you out there, somewhere in the wide, wild world you sent us to.
Notes From the Coast
I ran the marathon with a few first-timers—what a privilege that is, to pace beside someone through their first 26.2. To linger at the water station so they can catch up, to help them find their rhythm again.
Rehoboth Beach: 66 Minute PR
Saturday night, everyone in the hotel is staying up late, kids are running up and down the hall, it's 3am, and Mal has barked loudly every 30-60 minutes. I was sure my marathon was toast.
Coach Call: 6:51pm
We talked about my race plan, how I shouldn't have PR'ed my shakeout run, the importance of writing things down (or, I suppose, these days anyway, typing them out).
Dewey Beach 5k
The rain isn't even raining. It's a permeating mist that just exists everywhere simultaneously in the predawn dark. Luckily we're already back inside with coffee.