An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Hair, day fifteen

This morning I was trying to concentrate on the music pumping through the speakers in spin class but the thoughts in my brain poured through the circuitry like those tickers announcing stock prices: PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PIANO LESSONS, LUNCH, DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT, PAIN, CONFERENCE CALL, PAIN,…

January 23, 2012

That story was a good read

When you sign up for the NYC Marathon they send you these orange shoelaces along with a few other pieces of running related gear. Both of my knees are still giving me trouble, and after reading several books about running I think I’ve decided that…

Dear Liza

There’s a toddler in the bucket!