Jamie, at Chosen Chaos has started a neat little program – basically, get all of her blogging (and non-blogging) running friends together, and see if we can log the mileage from coast to coast between us. Of course, she started this and I immediately came down with whatever the heck I had, but now I’m… Continue reading Where I run, and blog, and give
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Where I reflect on health and weight, yet again
I’ve always maintained that I would kick-ass on “The Moderate Loser.” When I can take the time to really sit back and concentrate on my health, I shed pounds and my body starts looking good. The thing is, The Biggest Loser is not indicative of real life. You can’t just stop what you’re doing, head… Continue reading Where I reflect on health and weight, yet again
Where I like my kids
A very wise soul once said to me “you’ll love your kids, always, but that doesn’t mean you always have to like them,” and, well, there are moments where that rings truer than it seems possible. When a kid decides to kick away and start running when I’m half-through changing their diaper, or when the… Continue reading Where I like my kids
Where my first DNF turns to far, far worse
This weekend was the Virginia Wine Half-Marathon. I knew things were going to be difficult when my wife’s aunt died — the funeral, you see, was at 11. The half-marathon was two hours away. The half-marathon started at 7. In other words, I needed to run a course that I didn’t know in two hours,… Continue reading Where my first DNF turns to far, far worse
Where I blame the weather for my general klutziness
We’ve been having a bout of bad weather in & around casa de batzer. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself with regards to my yard (this can be read as a statement of fact: that am I bad at keeping up with the yard1). Anyway, with bad weather, I have to improvise my workouts.… Continue reading Where I blame the weather for my general klutziness
Where I dust off this old blog of mine
I’m tired (for reasons which will soon be exposed), so we’ll go bullet point style, again1 I woke up at 4 this morning to take a conference call. I’m part of a large project, with a strict, quickly-approaching deadline, and the person who is leading the project is in the UK — so a 4:30… Continue reading Where I dust off this old blog of mine
Where I recount an evening trip for ice cream
We went out for ice cream last night. Normally, this isn’t big news – but when you’re the parent of toddlers, it is1. We have a little mom & pop place, not too far from the house, that makes some wonderful ice cream . . . so we packed the kids into my truck and… Continue reading Where I recount an evening trip for ice cream
Where I think about the blogger that I want to be
Previously, with this little corner of the blogosphere of mine, any time that there’s been a lack of posts, it’s been because I’ve been without post ideas. If I had the idea, I’d find the time to write it out. Some may have turned out a little better than others, perhaps . . . if… Continue reading Where I think about the blogger that I want to be
Where I guest post about smut while outing myself as a smut writer
When I first started writing this blog, there were a few bloggers that I truly admired. I loved the way they wrote, I loved the way they interacted with their readers, and I loved the sheer volume of their blog – both in the number of posts they had, and in the diversity of comments… Continue reading Where I guest post about smut while outing myself as a smut writer
Where I classify myself as injury prone
I am not a graceful person. When I do yoga, it’s an exercise in me not falling down and trying to avoid farting while hiding the erection that I’ll inevitably get during corpse pose. I’ve been told that I have a near-perfect running posture, but, well, when I run, it feels like I’m a set… Continue reading Where I classify myself as injury prone