I reject the standard definition of spring… sunshine and song birds and green grass. Because we know too much, right? As runners, you and I, we see the season for what it is: high highs, but then low lows; ups, downs, warmth – and then frigid cold.
When I had the shopping experience that would give me the idea to found Oiselle and change the trajectory of my life, I was not on a high philosophical plane. I was not out to start a business or even think about work. In fact, I was harried and on the run… an escapee from my house where my six month lay waiting, like a sergeant who’d begrudgingly let her crew go ashore.