I signed up for boot camp. This is not an epitaph. It was a voluntary decision made after too many spicy tuna rolls at our local sushi house. But now I’m scared. There will be work involved. More work than placing one foot in front of the other while running. I’m going with a friend… Continue Reading
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And then I fell down laughing
So, this happened yesterday. ↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓ In case the photo isn’t clear, that’s a GIGANTICUS (Definition: bigger then huge, but smaller than a dinosaur.) hole the size of my hand smack in the middle of my ass. And I went out in public like this. I shopped, blissfully (stupidly) unaware, at my favourite grocer—where everyone… Continue Reading
Totally random running thoughts
I do my best thinking when running. It must be the extra oxygen pumping through my brain fueling the brilliance. Conversely I could just be thinking I’m having great ideas when really I’m oxygen-deprived because I started cramping up somewhere around the 1.5km mark. Either/or. * Things to learn to do when you’re a runner:… Continue Reading