I had hoped to get a “Wordless Wednesday” post out yesterday – but I’m still running around a bit like a chicken with its head cut off, and this week is getting away from me. Sometime soon, though, I’ll have a post with a pictorial depiction of my week at the beach. I love each… Continue reading Where I reflect a bit after my vacation
Category: Cycling
Where I talk about my upcoming vacation
I woke up this morning thinking today was Friday. This is not uncommon, but, considering my plans for next week, it was doubly rough. See, next week, I’ll be on vacation — during those times that I’m used to sitting in a cubicle, or on a conference call, or wondering why I’m all alone in… Continue reading Where I talk about my upcoming vacation
Where I recap 4th of July happenings
I’m still torn on my thoughts about the 4th of July falling on a Wednesday. It gives you this “weekend in the middle of the week” thing that is just really, really difficult to wrap my brain around. I swear, last night, I started going through the dreaded routine that I go through on Sunday… Continue reading Where I recap 4th of July happenings
Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally
Saturday was a fine day. Duffy and I traded off watching the kids and getting yardwork done, meaning that I actually got a little bit of sun (which, I hope, will mean that I don’t burn the very instant that I get to the beach in July). There was some napping that happened. All in… Continue reading Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally
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 contemplate a full day to myself.
I’m really freaking tired. The past two weeks have had me working my regular job, moving offices at said job, going through tech week of Guys & Dolls, playing six performances of Guys & Dolls, trying to figure out how I’ll approach my project for National Novel Writer’s Month, working on some behind-the-scenes magic for… Continue reading Where I contemplate a full day to myself.
Where I use my tattoo as a reminder
I lie in bed, reveling in the fact that it’s “just me” there, for once. After a mad scramble, I find the remote, and, wouldn’t you know, there’s no shortage of cheesy horror movies on. A smile crosses my face as I close my eyes and think of beer & pizza and of chips &… Continue reading Where I use my tattoo as a reminder
Where I call myself a triathlete
Unlike that first marathon, I had a time that I wanted to beat here. I never admitted that time to anyone but my inner dialog, but it was there. I kept telling people this was “only” a sprint triathlon, because that’s all it was. Why do I say this, though? Because there’s no shortage of… Continue reading Where I call myself a triathlete
Where I ramble on, and on, and on, and on about a bicycle ride through Iowa
Before the ride, I was told that the ride was huge. I was told that Iowa was not, as commonly perceived, flat. I was told that it would be hot. I thought I had prepared myself for all of this, but I was wrong. The ride was truly crowded at points. There were portions that… Continue reading Where I ramble on, and on, and on, and on about a bicycle ride through Iowa
Passing around the hat
I’m a few weeks away from riding, and it’s time to get serious about fundraising. On June 11, I’ll be riding 100km through some of the prettiest land in Pennsylvania, all in the names of raising funds & awareness for diabetes research. 66 miles, plus 8 miles there, plus 8 miles back home. We all… Continue reading Passing around the hat