You know how sometimes I get a little pissy about life and start judging people? I mean, it's not completely my fault, really. I'm usually provoked. Because, the world. It just. *sigh* I'll try not to make this all long and bitchy. But no promises. Because I saw this in my newsfeed today. I wish … Continue reading Just Find A Way To Give Back
The Machine of Sadness
I need to lose 6.6 pounds. That seems pretty specific, right? Don't worry. It get's more specific than that. Way more specific. You know how you can be just cruising through life thinking things are great and then somebody shoves a bunch of reality in your face and you're like, "Whoa! Where did all this … Continue reading The Machine of Sadness
Running Restriction
My parents have put me on running restriction. I mean, I'm still allowed to run. I just can't sign up for races without their permission. The issue is that I've been whining about how badly my body broke down during the Blue Ridge Double. (Are y'all tired of hearing about that yet? Because my parents … Continue reading Running Restriction
Because I Should Always Get a Crown
I think the Feetures Blue Ridge Double Marathon might be trying to make up with me. It's aware that I'm still resentful about my loss of juice after such an exhausting event. So, I've been selected as an Official Ambassador of the Lewis Gale Salem Half Marathon. Maybe they just feel sorry for me. Whatever. … Continue reading Because I Should Always Get a Crown
I Just Want My Juice Back
Blue Ridge Marathon stole my juice. I told you Running the Blue Ridge Double is Like Getting Jumped Into a Gang. Apparently, it also steals all your juice. BRM is like a really mean gang that won't even leave you a little juice to sip on while you nurse your wounds back to health. It's been … Continue reading I Just Want My Juice Back
Blue Ridge Recovery
Those mountains are vicious. Soooo, recovery. It's a challenge. My 23 year old feels that I should have already fully recovered by now. "One week of rest and then get back at it. You must not be doing it right." Ok, 23-year old. I'm 43. Still, I had hoped that three weeks of rest and … Continue reading Blue Ridge Recovery
My Brain On Books
I love books. Like, really a lot love books. It's probably a pretty healthy addiction, you know? Except that sometimes I get a little too into them. I think it has something to do with my brain's susceptibility to the power of suggestion. And peer pressure. I'm reeeeeally susceptible to peer pressure. A certain redhead … Continue reading My Brain On Books
Honoring My Capabilities
Saw one of my mountains on my way to watch my son's soccer game tonight. I will forever claim these mountains as mine. I'm one week into Blue Ridge Double Marathon recovery. Let me tell you, the first few days were iffy. It's possible that I posted a somewhat hysterical Facebook plea begging for advice. … Continue reading Honoring My Capabilities
Running the Blue Ridge Double is Like Getting Jumped Into a Gang
I just crawled to the bathroom. I climbed my way up onto the toilet. Then kind of fell over off of it, shimmied my pants back up, and crawled to the living room. There's coffee in the kitchen. I was smart enough to timer that bad boy. But no one will go pour me a … Continue reading Running the Blue Ridge Double is Like Getting Jumped Into a Gang
I Win at Choosing Friends
In less than one week, I'll be dragging myself into Roanoke at 1am to take on the Blue Ridge Double. It's a ridiculous idea, really. Why would anyone run a mountain marathon twice? In a row. Like, run up and down the mountains, cross the finish line, and then turn right around and do it … Continue reading I Win at Choosing Friends
Shine My Way 