I Blame Bo.

Everything hurts.  My legs, my back, my arms. I am moving, but gingerly. When I want to put socks on, I have to think about how I’m going to get my feet up to my hands or my hands down to my feet. As I’m getting in and out of the car, I have to think about supporting myself, so I don’t collapse mid-sit. I’m not broken. I’m just in pain, and it’s all Bo’s fault. Continue reading

Happy January 9!

For the first time since my Africa trip, I took an extended vacation. I had almost two full weeks off at the end of last year. I didn’t plan it that way, but office closures given that the holidays fell on the weekends magically extended the one week vacation that I had planned. It was lovely. I disengaged and had lots of time to do the end of the year organizing and stuff that I like to do. Now I’m back – or perhaps easing back – into work mode and the rhythm of regular life. Continue reading

Wednesday List #38 -Things I Love About Track Workouts.

Pretty much every Wednesday morning, I’m on the track with my team. Sometimes I make the 5:45 workout, sometimes the 7:00. I try to make the earlier workout most of the time, but which one I attend largely depends on how well or how much I slept the night before. Last night, Dave and I were out way past my bedtime (at a Henry Rollins show!), so I went to the 7:00 workout, just barely. It was hard to get moving this morning, but I’m so glad I made the workout. Continue reading

I Owe Ana (and Jeff too).

I had a breakthrough on the track this morning during a workout I almost slept through. I actually did sleep through my workout. I was scheduled to run with my team at 5:45, but my 5:00 a.m. alarm came and went and in my bed I slept. Then at 6:25, I woke up again and realized that I could make the 7:00 a.m. session with my team if I got moving immediately. It took me a second, but I got my butt out of bed and to the track I went. And I’m so glad I did. Continue reading

Summer Running.

My alarm started dinging at 5:00 a.m. this morning. I so wanted to sleep, even though I was having a crazy dream about my friend Julie’s family. I don’t remember the particulars, but I was trying to find her and her brother, but to reach them, I had to engage with lots of creepy figures claiming to be their family. The eeriness of that dream may be the biggest reason I didn’t close my eyes and go back to sleep. I thought about it though. I absolutely could have slept another couple of hours. Continue reading