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Various answers to questions about the boatloads of fuel I've used to train for a marathon WAIT. I'm running a marathon again?! WTF.
Meet Simon Wheatcroft, my companion in the 2016 Boston Marathon, he who runs for the pursuit of the challenge. And donuts.
They refer to next few weeks as "tapering," but I call it "holy shit it's time to freak the fuck out."
When the Internet concern trolls you and calls you crazy, you turn that shit into a podcast.
The headline of this post should lead you to believe that I have finally put "fear of writing titles" far behind me.
My friends are reading this and going, "Wait, she's not referring me, is she?" All except one. That friend is nodding smugly.
Three ways to tell the woman in your life, "Look! I don't take you for granted ALL of the time!"
I was ging to write a short feature about a friend's book I really love, and this is what happened.
I said I'd never do this again, that this was by far worse than an unmedicated childbirth, but some things are far more important than a few hours of concentrated pain.
If I asked, "Does this bring me joy" about every item in my home, a good 40-50% of the time my kids would end up in the recycling bin.
Make reading this one of your resolutions for the new year. If you don't believe in resolutions, this is worth changing your mind.
Most guys are going out to see that damn movie today, so just shove yours out the door and go, "Have some popcorn. It's on me."
I spent four hours of my day shoveling snow out of my driveway and clearing the sidewalks, so those who are super happy about this storm can suck it.
"We have waged a war, or rather let a war be waged, against all of the animals we eat. This war is new and it has a name: factory farming."
I do believe that's an actual smile on that dog's face. Exercise will do that for the mood.
I already have want I want this year, but that doesn't ever stop me from window shopping. Especially to take my mind off of what I just wrote in this post.
Yesterday she took the Lord's name in vain. In the proper context. That was a text I didn't forward to my mother.
From the library of Heather B. Armstrong who will get to the book your publisher sent me, just give me a few years.
Coming to terms with the reality facing those of us who are parents of a generation that will not know life without the Internet.
If only those random strangers on Facebook could see THIS post. HOOOOOO!