Friday, May 31, 2013


A month without posting? That's how I roll.

If I'm not at work, I'm at the barn or running or on the AT or at the gym or scrambling trying to get something, just something, done.

I wish I could take a week off, go to an empty house on the beach, and just read and cook and run and be alone. Second best: tell everyone I'm gone for a week and just hide.

Anyway, if that won't do, prancercise surely will!

Prance it out, people. I already did a lap around my office and it was a hit.

Friday, May 3, 2013

all hail the marathon spectator

"Running can be a lonely sport... The spectators — people who show up and cheer with noisemakers and high fives and encouraging cheers and magic-markered tagboard signs that read "YOU ALL ARE CRAZY! KEEP RUNNING!"— are the people who matter most to runners. Without those people, a marathon would just be an exercise in self-abuse from a large group of crazies."

Oh, how I love this article.