Spartan & Their Obsession With Poop

Soooo, who remembers the Spartan & How North Carolina Damages Friendships? If you’ve been paying attention, you might also remember that nothing good ever comes from Kim and I visiting the state of North Carolina.¬†Whiskey. Tango. Actual. Foxtrot. comes to mind. But I’ll say that Ashville Spartan almost redeemed the state for us. Almost. I…

Awkward Hugging and Authenticity

I hugged the director of my division this morning. At my brand new job. She wasn’t prepared for a hug. She actually appeared to be going in for a handshake. But I hugged her. And then I shook her hand. This was only our second time interacting. Ever. (Yeah. That. Except that even after I…

Night Train 50k (Or, the trail that never ends)

I’ve been sitting on this one for a while. I started to write it Sunday. Then I fell asleep. And I’ve been trying to catch up on that sleep since then. I just took a three hour nap, so I should be good now. Laundry’s not getting done, but really, how funky can running clothes…

We Can’t All #RunLikeAGirl

It’s summertime at the lake. That means vacationers. There are people everywhere. I hold fairly ambiguous feelings about the humans these days. You just never know what you’re gonna get. Last week I was out for a run and stopped to respond to a text from my son. A dude passing me said, “Are we…

Because We All Need A Hero

Last weekend, I spent Saturday afternoon with some exceptionally adorable cats and dogs. And some of the hardest working people on earth. Animal rescue is physically and emotionally exhausting. Being constantly confronted with the evils of humanity and the desperation of innocent lives takes a toll. Giving your time and home up to animal after…

A Weekend Well Spent

It’s been a deliciously exhausting weekend. Friday night happy hour yoga with the magical Erica Austin of Roanoke Yoga where I got to enjoy a this gorgeous view. But when I yoga, I go hard. I’d painted my toenails for the specific purpose of trying to appear like a normal human for this yoga session….

Lost: Boones Mill Version

I started watching the television series “Lost” last night. The reasons for this are uninteresting and irrelevant. But the first three episodes have prompted me to begin to establish some end-of-world scenario rules. Because much of my daily existence is geared toward apocalyptic survival: eating expired foods, going unshowered for amounts of time that far…

Just Find A Way To Give Back

You know how sometimes I get a little pissy about life and start judging people? I mean, it’s not completely my fault, really. I’m usually provoked. Because, the world. It just. *sigh* I’ll try not to make this all long and bitchy. But no promises. Because I saw this in my newsfeed today. I wish…

The Machine of Sadness

I need to lose 6.6 pounds. That seems pretty specific, right? Don’t worry. It get’s more specific than that. Way more specific. You know how you can be just cruising through life thinking things are great and then somebody shoves a bunch of reality in your face and you’re like, “Whoa! Where did all this…

Running Restriction

My parents have put me on running restriction. I mean, I’m still allowed to run. I just can’t sign up for races without their permission. The issue is that I’ve been whining about how badly my body broke down during the Blue Ridge Double. (Are y’all tired of hearing about that yet? Because my parents…