Mara Schiavocampo, I would like to invite you to a special dance in my kitchen. Refreshments will be served.
Silence except for me catching my breath for the first time in fourteen minutes and 39 seconds.
Yesterday when I was looking back through my archives for the post I wrote about September, I realized oh, bleeeeeggggghhh. Last year at this time I was right in the middle of training for that marathon. I can’t even type that word without wincing. In …
Back during the chaos of Christmas I got an appointment with yet another sports doctor. At this point my insurance company probably thinks I’ve got some kinky thing for sports doctors when the reality is I just like to hang and check out the patients. The muscular, athletic patients who probably never replace the toilet [...]
If you ever decide to lose your mind and run a marathon for the first time, my first piece of advice is to budget enough time and money (if it’s out of town) to stay an extra day so that you can spend that day lying on your back. Do absolutely nothing. Don’t leave the [...]
Egad. Wait, is that supposed to be plural? EGADS. Whatever. Maybe I should just end this sentence with ten exclamation points to express the same thing!!!!!!!!!! THAT FEELS SO GOOD. Try it. Go on, TRY IT. Six days ago I got up really early to go for a five-mile run. My right hip was a [...]
A couple of weeks ago when I wrote about changing my diet, only a few of you griped! What is up with that? Only one of you accused me of bragging, and then only one other told me I was susceptible to fads! Where is all the spit and vinegar? YOU GUYS. I AM BULLYING [...]