I’ll cry later. Right now I’m busy throwing away the remnants of my trip to Italy, fresh out of high school, still wet behind the ears. Thankfully, my photos from the trip were not also in that Rubbermaid tub of my memories. Needing to move the dog’s kennel has driven me to need to move… Continue reading Sometimes waiting for tomorrow makes for moldy memories.
Today is what I like to call a mom failure day. One of those days where I feel plagued by the feelings of failure, and I know I can’t sit down, because if I do I might just cry and get nothing done all day. So on mom failure days, I constantly push myself from… Continue reading Mom Failure Days
…hint, it’s not what the experts say it is. My healthy weight is somewhere between 154 and 185. The “experts” say I should weigh around 135 but I’ve never been that weight (not since passing it around 16 or 17) and gotten there by being healthy. In my early twenties, after the heartbreaking demise of my… Continue reading What my healthy looks like
…And no, I don’t have any pictures from today because, well, I was running. And walking. I did that too. I was starting to think that my running pace was slower than my walking pace, so I concentrated on lengthening my stride and landing on the balls of my feet. It felt good. I feel energized. I… Continue reading Coming down the hill
You are not just a star baby, you are a microcosm. From where I am standing You are as bright as the Sun. Other people, from far away, may only see a tiny light, but from where I’m standing you are bigger than the Sun. Don’t ever feel small, that would be like a Sea… Continue reading Star
Sigh. Yesterday never happened. Well, the day happened but not my run. Maybe I needed the extra rest day. My knees are hurting. Today it occurred to me that I might be landing too hard when I try to run down hill, so I tried to focus on landing light. Also, I tried to focus… Continue reading Burning to Run and Running to Burn
Almost home…. There were so many beautiful spots and lovely moments today that I felt compelled to stop and capture them, that and I was not motivated to lift my legs as high or as fast as I should have been doing. The results are these beautiful pictures to share. It’s hard to believe that… Continue reading The Run Sofar