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.
Category: Running
Where I recount the zombie run
If you wanted to formulate an event that said “this is for John,” these are the preferred ingredients: Fresh air Running or cycling Beer Horror movie creatures, but especially zombies Good friends Music New people to meet & mingle with Pretty, scantily clad women So, a few months ago, my friend Lindsay asked me if… Continue reading Where I recount the zombie run
Where I recap a successful run
This weekend was full. I’d love to qualify it with “full of somethings,” but it was just plain full. Friday, I took a half day at work, picked up my kids, had dinner with my mom, sister, and the family, and then played a show. On Saturday, I woke up early, drove down to Baltimore… Continue reading Where I recap a successful run
Where I write in six words about the half-marathon #SixWordSunday
I achieved the goal I set.
Where I discuss my nervousness over an upcoming run
Eleven days. Why the heck am I so damn nervous? See, I’m running a half-marathon in 11 days. I’ve run two full marathons, and I’m training for a third (that one is in 39 days). If I have a few hours with nothing to do? I’ll just go run 13 miles & change. I’ve conditioned… Continue reading Where I discuss my nervousness over an upcoming run
Where I conjure the end of a run
Pressure mounts from within. My heart beats, faster and faster, causing my chest to ache. The sound of my feet, pounding on the pavement, strikes and reverberates against quiet homefronts, making it sound like someone coming up, quickly, behind me. I push myself faster to keep that person in check. My legs strain. I struggle,… Continue reading Where I conjure the end of a run
Where I just let the crazy come as it may
I’m a bit fried this week, so let’s just go bullet-point style: I’ve written more this week than I have in a long, long time, but I haven’t actually posted any of it because none of it is anywhere near complete. I like to think this is me, trying to get more mature with my… Continue reading Where I just let the crazy come as it may
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 contain my giddiness
So, I really mean to post here, often. But, I seldom do. Work, and family, and music, and that stupid need to sleep, get in the way. The next two weeks, everything changes. For the first time in my life, I’m taking two consecutive weeks of vacation. When I started this job, I made them… Continue reading Where I contain my giddiness
Where I blather on about my love of running
So, I finally got back into the swing of things this past weekend. Well, I’d been working out when I could, but I haven’t been running, at all. Time had been truly precious around here, so I’ve been doing the 30-minute circuit at Planet Fitness over lunch . . . it gets my heart rate… Continue reading Where I blather on about my love of running