Where I sit back and let the crazy fly

Pollen can suck a bag of dicks. Seriously – I haven’t felt right for the past two weeks, and I’m fully blaming allergies. My band (with the rhythm guitarist who does not have cancer after all, thank heavens) has a gig on Saturday night — our practices have been really good as of late, so… Continue reading Where I sit back and let the crazy fly

Where I write about words and caffeine and dinner and stripper films masked as horror flicks

I’m fully aware that there are people who wake up and don’t feel the need to expel half of their body weight through their sinuses. I envy those people. I’ve actually been running pretty regularly . . . something “clicked” in my head and I realized that I was making excuses to stay inside to… Continue reading Where I write about words and caffeine and dinner and stripper films masked as horror flicks

Where I recap my second take at the Harrisburg Marathon

About two years ago, I started running, and I’ve thought back on that time a lot lately. Back then, it was purely about health – getting myself to move, committing to a “better me.” I promised that I wouldn’t, ever, care about my time – I’d go further and further and further. I’d find my… Continue reading Where I recap my second take at the Harrisburg Marathon

Where I fast forward 72 hours to my next marathon

In 72 hours, I’ll start. Left foot, right foot, left foot right foot. My playlist hasn’t been set yet. My strategy will be the same as ever: just get to the end. Keep going. Two years ago, if you had told me that I was staring down my third marathon, I’d truly have laughed at… Continue reading Where I fast forward 72 hours to my next marathon

Where I say “whoops” after looking at the calendar

This weekend was, basically, the last weekend for a “long run” before the marathon. So, naturally, we got about a foot of snow while the calendar still read “October,” and running in a wintery mix is not exactly what I wanted to do. So, I bag a run on Saturday and then, against my better… Continue reading Where I say “whoops” after looking at the calendar