Did my first shift of Ironman volunteering yesterday. Where I tried to walk casually. Like I hadn’t spent the day before torturing my legs. Seemed to work. No one asked me what was wrong with me. No one actually spoke to me at all. Seriously. Leo does not like to be ignored. But it was … Continue reading I AM Fall Risk
Author: Sunshine Richards
Revolt on Lunges
“I’m medicated now!” I yelled that. A little too gleefully. And loudly. And maybe even forcefully? At my boss today. When he asked how I was doing. “Fine and you?” would have probably been sufficient. I’ve only been medicated about a week. So I don’t know that it’s much more than the placebo effect at … Continue reading Revolt on Lunges
A Little Late for the Cove
Look. We’ve done some shit. Rogue and I both have done some legit shit. In just the last few years that we’ve known each other. We’ve run Chicago Marathon. And America’s Toughest Road Marathon. Did that one twice. In the same race, matter of fact. Ragnars. Trail and Road. Spartans. We’ve Trifecta’d. That shit ain’t … Continue reading A Little Late for the Cove
PFSF Revolt
I was just sitting in my car. Minding my own business. Trying to talk Fall Risk into coming to the gym. I was in the middle of typing, “I’d love to go home and take a nap, but J-Vicious is-“ And that’s the point at which he reached through my window and snatched my phone … Continue reading PFSF Revolt
That Time I Accidentally Ran 15 Miles
I accidentally ran 15 miles yesterday. In my defense, maps don’t really offer accurate mileage descriptions. See what happened was. Y’all responded. En masse. To my depression and anxiety post. And a lot of y’all are runners. And I’m not gonna lie. That had me a little shook. Like, running and exercise generates serotonin and … Continue reading That Time I Accidentally Ran 15 Miles
Anxiety. Apparently.
My watch just yelled at me. To get my ass out of bed. And move. It’s 8am. On Saturday. So fuck your judgement, watch. But also I think it’s less about the hour and more about the fact that I went to bed at 9pm. And possibly 11 hours of lying in bed is a … Continue reading Anxiety. Apparently.
I’m Doing The Best I Can
I just stood. For a solid two minutes. Outside of my apartment building. Just...waiting for someone to come open the door. These mother fuckers be running in and out of this building all hours of the day and night. But when I need one of them to come open the door. Suddenly they all wanna … Continue reading I’m Doing The Best I Can
I Can’t Even Care
“Oh look. Beautiful Beastie wants company on her next NM Marathon.” Good thing I don’t go on social media enough to see stuff like that. “I’ll let her know. I’m a good friend.” And damn if I didn’t get a BB text this afternoon. Talking about North Mountain. Dammit, Skratch. And then she says she’s … Continue reading I Can’t Even Care
Leg Day. Just…Leg Day
“Just leave those heavy weights out, guys. Sunshine’s here for the next class.” So, today’s PlayFITStayFIT workout was a 1-2-3-4-5 format. Now, some of you may think that those are reps. They’re not. They’re not reps. They’re minutes... No no. I absolutely knew that. But even though there’s an enormous difference between five reps of … Continue reading Leg Day. Just…Leg Day
Promiseland 50k++ April, 2021
Went for a five mile walk down the greenway yesterday. Had to use Fall Risk and Rogue as handrails. When I stepped down off of sidewalks. Or embankments. Because my body was in full revolt. After spending the entirety of Saturday running. Up and down mountains. And just to add insult to actual injury. I … Continue reading Promiseland 50k++ April, 2021
Shine My Way 