“Oh, you’ve got this nice gymnasium floor.” And I do. It is cool. But dude works here. And I was probably the fifth gymnasium apartment he’d visited. The floor was not a new experience for him. The problem was. I forgot that maintenance was coming through to check the sprinklers. And I’m currently unemployed. So … Continue reading That Time I Accidentally Ran 22 Miles
McAfee Knob
McAfee Christmas
Lil T called me stupid yesterday. Which was hurtful. Since she’s just about the nicest human ever made. Ok. What she actually said was, “You do stupid stuff. Not me.“ In her defense. She’d just been pulled out of a coma. And told to put on whatever clothes she could find. And go climb a … Continue reading McAfee Christmas
Safe Space Snow Days
I was supposed to get to run in the snow Wednesday morning. Beautiful Beastie even mentioned some mountains we could climb. If I got a snow day. Because running in the snow. The first snow. Not that bullshit won’t winter ever just move the fuck on and let spring happen in March snow. But running … Continue reading Safe Space Snow Days
A Mountain A Day
Not a Snow Day 3. I continue to try the mountainous approach to maintaining my health. Tuesday night found us climbing Roanoke Mountain. It took me a minute to get there. Because I basically live at Starr Hill these days. So I drove right past Walnut Ave on my way in. Turned around in the … Continue reading A Mountain A Day
Needed: Training Master
So, I’ve got this Blue Ridge Double Marathon in April. Two and a half months away. The last time I ran it, it broke me pretty hard. And I spent months training for it. Like, at least three full months. Training. Because Tiny Brazilian made me. I’m not currently training. Because no one is making … Continue reading Needed: Training Master
The Real Thing
My legs look like I've been cage fighting. Because this morning, OT said "follow me." And we did. I had intentions of cleaning my house real good. Doing some reading. Maybe even finding a barbecue to go to after getting back from Iron Mountain. But since no one invited me to a barbecue, I spent … Continue reading The Real Thing