Holiday Plans
So, where were we? Let me summarize my life the past few months (since I’ve been alarmingly absent from this venue for awhile)… Chicago Marathon training. YAY! Ankle injury. No training at all. BOO. Vegas …
Year: 2009
One down and, like, eleventy billion to go.
This felt like my first “big” weekend with the whole marathon training thing. One weekend is now in the books. And an incomprehensible number more to go. On Saturday, I had to run 7 miles …
And so it begins
So… Vegas. December. Marathon. 26.2 miles of suffering misery challenge and wonderfulness. The training is just starting to pick up and become more hard work, sweat, aches and pains and less about the pure …
Wisdom from the inside of a chocolate wrapper
“Be fearless.” Yup, that’s what the inside of the Dove Chocolate wrapper told me. And it can’t be wrong, can it? As I licked the wrapper clean of specks of chocolate (we wouldn’t want to …
My kind of town… Chicago is…my kind of… eh, scratch that.
So, after all the brouhaha, what’s become of my grand plan to race the Chicago Marathon? Mostly, it’s dead. And I’m bummed about that. Seriously bummed. In the end, good sense had to prevail: after 5-6 …
Grounded, part deux
So, where was I? Oh – that’s right – able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! Life over the past couple of weeks has been a blur of swimming with a pull buoy …
Grounded
I didn’t get caught buying a candy bar from the lunchroom vending machine and get punished. And I didn’t even try taking a flight somewhere and end up sitting on the runway for hours on …
I wish…
… that it were Friday. … that I had a money-making idea that was easy to implement, would bring in loads of cash and allow me to live without the obligation of having to get …
When pigs fly…
And they did! Just this past weekend at the Flying Pig Half Marathon in Cincinnati. I was a little trepiditious going into this race – as I drove into the city Friday night, I was …
Ker-PLUNK!
This is going to sound strange: recently, I’ve had two separate discussions (debates? arguments?) with two separate people on the oddest of topics – my body fat percentage. Yes, this is what passes as lunch …