Desperate measures

A welcome solution to an ongoing, at times infuriating problem. Not, not “at times.” ALL THE TIMES.

A picnic dinner

We all like to eat our supper out on the patio in 102 degree heat.

In the land of

I did a 10-mile run with a friend who lives over by the capitol and we started the route from her home…

Fun with bones!

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 [...]

It’s going so well!

I promise you this is not going to become a running blog, although with as much as I have been through physically in the last couple of weeks I’d have content for that site through Q4. Quick, Jon! Let’s get someone to sponsor my hamstrings. That won’t piss anyone off! (JESUS CHRIST THE EXCLAMATION POINTS.) [...]