I was at the commissary that morning. Or the grocery store, for the non-military types. I was about halfway done shopping when I overheard a couple of people say the entrance to Ft. Bragg had been closed. Slightly interesting, but not really. Then I began to hear things other than music on the speakers in […]Continue reading Refractals From That Day
Every parent has a few. Even if they’re imaginary, fueled by our own self-doubt and paranoid imagination. We all have them. The folks who would love to see you crash and burn. Especially if you have chosen a path far off the beaten one. Made decisions, allowances, affordances, plans, or simply expressed ideas that skirt […]Continue reading On Beaten Paths and Private Roads
Shit just has not been amenable to blogging of late. You know, busy things and whatnot. Running has necessarily been reduced to elliptical only until September 25th. Stress fracture and all that nonsense. Bah. It sounds like a bunch of fuckquackery to me. Yet I abstain. I’m getting fat, I tell ya! I can FEEL […]Continue reading Ketchup Forsooth!
I did something today for the first time ever that I am not very proud of. I continued to talk on my phone while checking out at the grocery store. It’s one of those things I have always made a concerted effort NEVER to do. It looks so disrespectful. As though the cashier means nothing […]Continue reading No Excuses
Let’s just say I spent an inordinate amount of time googling “hamstring tendonitis.” It’s yet to have reached the severity it was when I first pulled it, but it aches. Off and on. It will flare and stop. It doesn’t make me limp or really have any outward signs except the wincing on my face. […]Continue reading You’d think the simple answer would just be to rest in between running days, right?
Jake told me about a conversation he had with my mom last week. As she explained to him how well Stephen King is able to put his readers inside the story, Jake responded, “Stephen King is nothing. Just wait until my mom gets published.” And so, as I sit here with my noggin, my fingers, […]Continue reading Proper Breeding
And you thought last week’s mileage sucked? Oh, hun! I got that shit BEAT! You ready fer dis? Try 17.5 miles! Aaaaannnnnddd….. 3.87 of them were kayaking. Yeah. It was bad. This week. Running. Bad. BAD. I haven’t been stretching, either. Le hamstring feels like a damn guitar string wound too tight. It’s hot. Hot […]Continue reading I haven’t been stretching, either.
This morning, I was doing that thing I do when I run. You know, when you think about stuff? Yeah. I was thinkin’ about stuff. When the runs start getting longer and longer, you start to battle boredom more than exhaustion. Believe it or not, your body stops rebelling after the first couple of miles. […]Continue reading Running- 1, Childbirth- 0
“Mrs. Davis, your calves are HUGE!” Ahhh…. sweet Joshy Josh. I’ve known him since he was wee. Okay, 2005, when we moved to our neighborhood. But he’s still wee. Hasn’t hit his growth spurt yet. All you have to do is look at my Drewbear to see what kind of height-havoc growth spurts wreak on […]Continue reading Embracing The Crus
Anyone live near Myrtle Beach? I’ll meetcha at the starting line on October 21st! I have officially tossed my hat in the ring for my first half-marathon. That’s right. Thirteen-point-one. When I saw the date a couple months ago, I knew it was on like donkey kong. It holds a bit of meaning for me. […]Continue reading Gauntlet-Tossing Monkey Toes!
I can’t. My brain doesn’t work that way. It’s one of those things you learn about yourself when you actually take the time out of life to sit down and learn about yourself. People say, “Make goals! Tell everyone! Make a plan! And do it!” “Life coaches” and the “personal growth” section of book stores […]Continue reading I don’t make silly resolutions.
So there I was, no shit. Standing in the express lane at Wal-Mart. After $250 worth of groceries (read: Ingredients for all the mandatory Christmas crap I am planning on making tomorrow, none of which includes turkey or ham or really anything except cookies and cookies and chocolate things), I noticed that I had forgotten […]Continue reading The Man and The Fruitcake (Pictorial)