run this amazing day

You guys, I just don't want to. Maybe I've worn out my welcome on the internet, maybe I'm getting old and tired, or maybe any original thoughts I once had have since dried up since we moved to Colorado.  Turned into tumbleweeds and blown away.  But I'm not going to make any sulky apologies for being absent or sweeping declarations about being done here on the internet, because if there is one goddamn thing I have learned since I started this blog, it's not to make grandiose promises in print.  Or to really say anything that I would not instead paint on my naked body and walk up and down the street shouting. So I will say this.  Life is, simply, good. Part of it is that I don't want to sit down and talk about my training because I feel like I have nothing to say that is new or interesting or exciting.  I ran an hour easy today.  Do you know how many times in the past year I've run an hour easy?  Conservatively, a billion.  Who wants to hea...

May 1st. Puppies. Sniffles. Cycling. Cycling. Cycling. Running. Running (wrinkled). Skiing. Skiing. Running. Gift cards plus majorly on sale. Puppy.

The last thing I felt like doing after all the events of last week was racing. The week before the race didn't feel like a normal taper.  I wasn't crabby and crazy and finding mysterious injuries everywhere, I didn't give up something essential in my diet, and I did not almost get divorced.  The only noticeable difference in my life was that with only one workout to do most days, I slept in and then felt blah and had crazy hair until lunchtime.  I spent the entire week not wearing a watch or a strap or looking at a clock, and I had almost no desire to complete workouts with everything else that was going on.  I floated through the week feeling meh.  No pre-race anxiety, no stressing about times or distances, just meh. Saturday morning I flew down to New Orleans, where it was sunny and full of palm trees and 70+ degrees out.  That helped.  I picked up my tiny rollerskate of a rental car and drove to Heidi's house (best race host ever, by ...

I don't have anything new to say. Nothing profound, nothing moving, nothing more than what is merely an echo of what is being said by thousands of others this morning. I may or may not even hit publish, and if I do, I will know that it is likely because I am just trying to make myself feel better.  I am searching for comfort that I don't even understand why I need. I'm not sure why this has affected me more than the dozens of other tragic events that have filled our world over the past few years.  Maybe it's because I lived in Boston for a while, but I don't think that's it.  Maybe it's because I stood in the exact spot that is being circled on maps and infographics, two years ago, myself cheering for loved ones.  But I don't think that's it either.  The poet pointed out that had he been running, the time on the clock would have been his and I would have been there on the sidelines, and his voice shook when he said it.  And I had a pretty bad t...