The Fun Balance

Kathryn Crawford Saxer Self Care

Running through a murky swamp somewhere north of Whidbey Island at 2 a.m. wasn’t my idea of fun. I had been IMing with my partner all day about this crazy 200-mile, 28-hour relay race, complaining about my lack of sleep and my tired feet and the stinky men in the back of the van. By the time I got home, I couldn’t wait to do the Ragnar again next summer. What’s up with that? A friend described it as Type …