Meet Simon Wheatcroft, my companion in the 2016 Boston Marathon, he who runs for the pursuit of the challenge. And donuts.
They refer to next few weeks as “tapering,” but I call it “holy shit it’s time to freak the fuck out.”
When the Internet concern trolls you and calls you crazy, you turn that shit into a podcast.
The headline of this post should lead you to believe that I have finally put “fear of writing titles” far behind me.
My friends are reading this and going, “Wait, she’s not referring me, is she?” All except one. That friend is nodding smugly.
Three ways to tell the woman in your life, “Look! I don’t take you for granted ALL of the time!”
I was ging to write a short feature about a friend’s book I really love, and this is what happened.
I said I’d never do this again, that this was by far worse than an unmedicated childbirth, but some things are far more important than a few hours of concentrated pain.
If I asked, “Does this bring me joy” about every item in my home, a good 40-50% of the time my kids would end up in the recycling bin.
Make reading this one of your resolutions for the new year. If you don’t believe in resolutions, this is worth changing your mind.