Oh hey. I'm sure by now you've forgotten all about me and my silly little blog, just hiding over here in our corner of the internet. Sorry about just disappearing like that. Evidently this rut I've fallen into is both all-encompassing and bottomless. Not only have I not been writing for the past few months,... Continue Reading →
Better late than never
I had nearly given up on the idea of ever writing this post. But in the airport bar prior to our flight home from Colorado, I accidentally crossed the oh-so-delicate line between alcohol-induced, sleep-like-a-baby bliss and oh-my-god-will-i-ever-sleep-again agony. This led to me reading all the running magazines I had in my backpack, which then led... Continue Reading →
Confession #1: I wish I were as motivated as my boyfriend, even though I pretend I hate his drive
Tim is sometimes kind of a crazy person (aren't we all?). Quite often, whether he climbs, runs, rides his bike, skis, or goes up north and hikes a White mountain or two, one "workout" a day is never enough. Almost always, it's a combination of climbing and one of the other things: if he runs,... Continue Reading →
