I recently deleted Sitemeter from this website. A funny error related to it kept popping up, and I never check my stats any longer and don’t use this website to make loads of moula (but if anyone wants to send me a check to subsidize further sporadic, ridiculously long and meandering blog posts, go rightRead the whole post >>
When you don’t have to choose your Lenten sacrifice
I know everyone, or at least a lot of my most loyal remnant who have managed to stick around to read my sporadic ramblings here on this sorely-neglected blog, are probably sick of my whining about my running injury, but I need some catharsis today. Feel free to click away from here if you’re overRead the whole post >>
Peanut Gallery
On Saturday the course of a 5K went right past our house. Since I’ve gained considerable skills as a race cheerleader in the aftermath of my dreadful hamstring injury, I rallied the troops (three out of four kids and the dog; my oldest was having a special sleepover with the grandparents before soccer season kicksRead the whole post >>
Notes from the trenches
After my puke post, a good friend of mine texted me some more hurling euphemisms: making street pizza, shouting groceries, and my personal favorite, Technicolor yawn. I actually received a number of emails and texts after that post. Nothing like the stomach bug to build solidarity among mothers. Feel free to add your own hurlingRead the whole post >>
On loss, fear of gaining weight, & mindful eating
I’ve been running two very slow miles on an AlterG anti-gravity treadmill during my weekly physical therapy sessions, but the hamstring is still nagging me. The medical experts stress that I need to be patient because of the stubbornness of this injury. I’m not a particularly patient person. And honestly, I have had my upsRead the whole post >>