No. I'll pass. Thanks, but no thanks. If you were planning on inviting me to try that new restaurant, or join you at a new weightlifting class, or taste this delicious new recipe you invented, the answer is no. The marathon is next weekend, and I'm taking no risks. I'm as boring and predictable as … Continue reading No Alarms. No Surprises.
I had a plan. I had a spreadsheet. I'd prepared a schedule with the right balance of strength and speed, rest and rigor. It was perfect. By the day of the marathon, I'd be the strongest I've ever been. Life never works out so nicely. Excluded from my spreadsheet was a root canal, a strained … Continue reading Time Takes Time
We need to talk about cat calling. It's never a compliment, and it's never okay. Ever. Everyone understand? Great. I was running by myself this weekend. Up the block I saw a man walking toward me. My stranger danger kicked in, and I jogged to the other side of the street. Nothing unusual to this … Continue reading I’m Not Running for You