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Octogenarian Sunday
I present: the four ways in which my day resembled the lazy Sunday of someone who was alive during the last World War, rather than that of your average 32-year-old. 1) Early Bird Eating. We are talking...
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Big news!
I know some of you have been wondering what the hell happened to me. Although I may be a shitty blogger who goes weeks without posting, I’m here to tell you that I’m alive and well and that I HAVE...
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Boston expectations
So. This Boston Marathon thing is happening in ten days. People keep asking me if I’m excited (only for it to be over) and whether I am enjoying my taper (well, you need a peak in order to have a...
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There really aren’t any. I don’t know why I am even trying. I was a block away when the first bomb went off, walking toward it down Boylston. I was right by that Copley Square T station and that CVS. I...
View ArticleThe long version
Preface: I didn’t plan on writing about this again. Many of you are probably ready to move on; I am too. And as the days pass, I feel a dwindling sense of ownership of this story, as I get back to my...
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Domestic (shorthair) espionage
My kitchen is currently a war zone. And the enemy is winning. Okay, that scale is an exaggeration. But what the aggressors lack in stature, they make up for in numbers. First, I spotted them trailing...
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Crop rotation
The garden beds were a point of contention from the start. “You’re really going to grow vegetables? Really?” my husband raised a skeptical brow at the line item labeled CONSTRUCTION OF 3 RAISED BEDS,...
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Atlanta Beltline 8K: A (Half-Baked) Race Report
On Saturday, I ran my first race since Boston. It wasn’t something I had trained for, exactly, but what the hey. It was a beautiful morning and some friends were running and there were rumors of free...
View ArticleI could’ve been a superhero
The nurse came in backwards, using her rump to bump open the door. As she turned around to greet me, I saw why: both of her hands were full, clutching an alarming number of glass vials. They clinked...
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The back-to-running post
Ah, the inevitable back-to-running-after-baby post. You knew it was coming, right? If all of this pregnancy/birth stuff is a crapshoot, then I rolled an eleven on physical recovery. After my hellish...
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