Monthly Archives: September 2013
It all comes down to: when you get this message at work, always, always have an emergency chocolate bar stashed in the closet.
I finally figured it out. I’m a walker. And that’s not a bad thing. I got out the metronome today, which sounds just enough like a cowbell that I seem to be strolling to the perpetual opening of “Mississippi Queen,” … Continue reading
nice barista: What can I get you? me (reading from piece of paper): I’d like a double tall latte with an extra shot. nice barista: So you’d like a triple latte? me: I don’t know. This says double tall latte … Continue reading
What do you do when your knee is killing you and you’re reduced to running in yellow marshmallow shoes and a pair of padded socks from the 1952 New York City Marathon? The answer, of course, is bunny ears. Lots … Continue reading
The race was the Skophammer 12-hour run in San Francisco. It took place on July 21, 2001, a few months before the world would be changing forever. At the time, I had no idea my world would be changing as … Continue reading
The advantage of no longer having a gym membership: mud runs. It was raining at the start of the run today. Rainy days are different here than other places. The clouds on the sea, the wind, the big wall of … Continue reading