Run, Big Lady, Run: What Hong Kong Taught Me About Eights, Tortoises, The Moon, And Marathons

Hong Kong wasn’t a place I thought I’d ever visit. Let alone call home. Initially, the plan was one year. It would be an experience. You know, like an extended family vacation in a far away land but with grocery and household lists added to the search for souvenirs. Oh. And a first marathon. There I was. Kissing forty. Mom of two. Daughters. Both under the age of eight. A highlighted-hued, ponytail topped woman who’d never set foot in Asia let alone train for something instantly striking me...