After crackling thunderstorms last night, it was a perfect clear morning in Estes Park. We decided to go exploring and took a 3.4 round trip hike to Gem Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park. It was bucolic like a mofo. My husband channeled his inner mountain goat and hopped around on boulders as I stuck
Well, it’s over. I completed the San Diego Marathon. The city was delightful, with just enough fog cover to keep me at a comfortable temperature the entire time. We arrived the day before and enjoyed carbohydrates from one of the most well-stocked beer shops I’ve ever seen in California: Bottlecraft. The next morning my husband
I feel like I’m at that point on the roller coaster as it slowly clicks up and up and up. That exact same fluttery feeling is weakening my fingers and bubbling inside my chest. I got my bib (number 28153–tells you how many people are here right now), and we’re all checked into the hotel.
Checkhov said that once a gun is introduced into a story, that gun must be fired. Today I saw an old family friend while we waited for our tires to be rotated. We started to talk about running, and I mentioned my knees were giving me a little bit of trouble. He mentioned that during
My “tapered” long run was scheduled for yesterday and about a mile in my right knee thought it might be cool to freeze up and then remain willfully in place, leaving me galumphing like a goose with its wings clipped. So I walked back home–turning a planned eight mile into a little less than two
Coming soon: homebrewed Nut Brown Ale!