A Mile or More in My [Running] Shoes
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#flashbackfriday
My Father. Canberra Marathon 1992.
I think of him every time I go for a run.
When I was 13, I announced to my Dad that I...
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Life Update.
People always say that when you break up that it’s time to focus on you, that it’s time to be the person that you want to be: to get...
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I did yoga last night and I’m proud of myself. I always talk about how I need to cross train but don’t. I have done yoga a handful of times in my...
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Have decided
I am going try and be “glass has water in it” person, as opposed to declaring the glass “half full” or “half empty”.
It is a glass. It...
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GPOYW: Me with my two favorite guys in the world edition
My dad, me, Mr. B
Today’s 8-9 miles are in jeopardy after yesterday’s spill in Central Park.
While rounding a corner yesterday, I wiped out and landed on my right side. It also happened to be in an embarrassingly crowded spot. With all of the snow, families had come out in droves to sled down a few of the park’s snowy hills. I was lucky enough to bite it in front of one of the more crowded hills. I left Central Park after 2 miles with a tender, bruised hip and a bruised ego. I iced yesterday and felt confident that today’s run, while slower and more cautious, would still happen.
Now, I’m not so sure. I feel very stiff this morning and my bruised thigh has changed from the gray blue of a fresh bruise to an angry-looking purple and black and my hipbone looks a bit red and swollen. (hotttt) So, needless to say, today’s run has been put on hold.
