I’ve been told you’re not a real mountain biker. Until you wreck. And despite my desperate need to be included. My every instinct. When mountain biking. Or lifing. Is to not wreck. So, I spent Sunday running Hay Rock. I didn’t want to. I didn’t not want to. I’ve spent all of break with this … Continue reading Still Not a Real Mountain Biker
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Cups and Christmas
“Are you getting here super early?” Obviously I'm getting there super early. That's who I am as a person. "I need you to pick up cups." For liquor??? "For the workout." That sounds less fun than liquor. But fine. And so that's why I walked into the gym. At exactly 4:00pm. With a sleeve of … Continue reading Cups and Christmas
Thunderdome
I think probably there is a point. Where educators maybe just won’t be able to keep pushing through. Maybe. I mean. Teachers are a pretty hardy stock. Generally. But this year. I’m not sure I can… I just… I worked in juvenile detention. And prison, y’all. Prison. I used to work overnights in fucking prison. … Continue reading Thunderdome
Another Failed DeFo Special
Sometimes the looks of disappointment Spanish speakers give me... So, the plan this morning was to run the full DeFo Special. 27 miles. 8,000 feet of climbing. I´ve always managed to find a way to short that mileage. Usually by running out of snacks. By mile ten. And no one is willing to run with … Continue reading Another Failed DeFo Special
It’s Only Thursday
Woke up this morning thinking, “oh thank goodness. It’s Friday. Just gotta get through this day and then just one more week til winter break.” … *sigh* It’s not Friday. It’s not Friday, y’all. It’s Thursday. It’s Thursday jam packed with truancy meetings. And it seems odd that this week is dragging out like this. … Continue reading It’s Only Thursday
Star City Half Marathon
“Whatever you do, just don’t beat Coach.” This was our Track Coaches directives. To my Cross Country runner. I don’t get nervous for races. Ever. Because I put no pressure on myself to perform. Or even finish. I’m out there strictly to have fun. And find the post-race nourishment. And camaraderie. But yesterday morning? I … Continue reading Star City Half Marathon
Day Creek Comeback
I keep seeing these dudes on Tik Tok. All pissy. Bitching and complaining about how we've hidden the powers of Midol from them. But y'all don't understand. Midol may be the only thing keeping us from randomly punching you in the balls. When our hormonals kick in. Times like. Now. I laid down for a … Continue reading Day Creek Comeback
Tinker Cliffs Sunset
“So when you fell and ‘broke’ your tibia. Did your friends try to help you?” Well, first of all, let’s not use finger quotes for the word broke. Also, no. Obviously they didn’t try to help. They just stood there watching. Waiting for me to get back up. So we could get on down the … Continue reading Tinker Cliffs Sunset
311 to 220. Survival.
Sometimes. When GJB wants to take it easy on a long group run. He’ll invite me. Because I’m slow. Actually getting slower by the minute. So having me tag along eases the pressure of maintaining pace. With people like North Mountain Overlord. And Dude With The Charming And Disarming Smile. And freakin Winner. Apparently. Did … Continue reading 311 to 220. Survival.
Poison Response
My apologies to the people I’ve ignored this weekend. I’ve spent most of it in a Benadryl-fueled haze of calamine lotion and poison ivy google searches. Which. Probably don’t ever start googling things that have the word rash in them. There are images you can’t unsee. I just put Godiva chocolate liqueur in my coffee … Continue reading Poison Response
Shine My Way 