Ten things I’m telling myself today:
(1) There is nothing I’d rather use this Monday for than year-end reports.
(2) I don’t look a day over 27. Ish.
(3) My favorite jeans easily make me appear 5 pounds lighter than I am.
(4) If I . . . → Read More: To Self, From Self (Edition 01.30.12)
Can you believe it’s still October at the almost-end of November? Spring is totally going to get here before winter does. Maybe.
You remember Gridda, right? Gridda the sadomasochistic beast?
Well, as mean and hateful as she is, and as much as I despise her . . . → Read More: Considering It: The Happening of Time and Chance
(October 19th – Part 1 of 2)
By the morning of Wednesday, October 19th, I was whipped on every front.
Still limping from Monday’s run and emotionally drained and spiritually exhausted from all-that-was-Tuesday. And looming ahead of me on Saturday was the 10k. Something had to give. But then? . . . → Read More: Considering It: Gridda (Of Course)
You know what I haven’t done this week?
Designed that October header. (Yet. Tonight?)
Tried out that corn tortilla recipe. (Tomorrow?)
Shared that fun project. (Tonight? Tomorrow? This weekend? Next week?)
But I did make it to a couple training runs with those loony girls I’m going to run the 10k with in . . . → Read More: Your Running Tips? My Knees Beseech You, Sisterhood (Did You Know a Knee Could Beseech? True Story.)
My crankies have worked themselves out, thank goodness. So I think I can crawl back out of my hole without endangering anyone’s face. (Maybe let’s don’t test that though.)
The sun is all shiny and the fall air is crispy.
Life is good.
Later today we have a “what now” appointment with Dr. . . . → Read More: A 10 in 20
Climbed up in the stirrups this morning and started passing the time as has become my routine: by taking more sock-and-paper-gown and/or alarmingly-odd medical equipment pictures. There’s a whole collection of these photos on my phone. Which reminds me that I need to make sure I’ve set up the remote-data-wipe feature on my . . . → Read More: Behold! The Amazing and Talented Dr. Gynecologoccult!
During my first twentyish years, my mother spent a lot of time and energy and words trying to get me to internalize some lesson about the importance of the company I keep.
I don’t remember the specifics, but around 10:00 last night I had one of those unexpected “your mother was right, you . . . → Read More: Mom Warned Me About the Likes of These
Just before noon today, a text landed on my phone inviting me to join a few friends tonight as they begin training for a half marathon.
As I battled The Husband for the remnants in the queso bowl, I sounded it out:
“Well, if the appointment with Dr. Bigger . . . → Read More: Starting with the Hope of Quitting, Soonlike