“She trusted us to have his best interest at heart and she trusted us to know the care he required. Calling the police for him was wrong, it was a mistake, and it was racist.”
It’s my most favorite season of the year (to bundle up and show up to the pool dressed as if I’m about to shovel snow).
Even if you’re doing it wrong, you’re doing it. So do it.
I didn’t even notice that a unicorn was on the medal until Marlo pointed this out to me IS HOW DEPLETED I AM.
I’d call this Part One of my Boston Marathon experience, but that part started the day I did my first long run.
Various answers to questions about the boatloads of fuel I’ve used to train for a marathon WAIT. I’m running a marathon again?! WTF.
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.
My friends are reading this and going, “Wait, she’s not referring me, is she?” All except one. That friend is nodding smugly.