I’ve been looking all over for a pair of boyfriend jeans. You know the type–slouchy, worn-in–the perfect weekend jean. I tried on several pairs and always had the same trouble of the jeans fitting too tight in the calves. (When I’m training, my calves are impossible to pant.) Read the rest of this entry »
Running in the city can be like an obstacle course, but I like to think of it like a real-life video game, without the bad-guy killing.
There are these doors in the sidewalk (for delivery into buildings). They usually house an industrial elevator that can easily take a bunch of boxes or cart full of sheets (for hotels) to the bottom floor of a building from the street. When they’re not in use, the doors are closed and latched so folks don’t fall in. But they typically have a little bit of give when you walk on them. Read the rest of this entry »
There’s this feeling that I get when I’m running. I guess it’s the same feeling that some call the runner’s high. But it takes me a long time to get there. I mean, a long time in my training schedule.
The only type of exercise I’ve ever done with some consistency–like the 21-days-to-form-a-habit consistency–is running. Some time after that 21 days–or double that–I start to feel this elation when I run. But only after I’m past three to five miles. After that, I start thinking about how I could probably keep going forever. I start thinking about how powerful I feel. How indestructible. And it’s not because I’m fast. (I’m happy if my mid-length runs average below a 10-minute mile.) It’s not because I look tough. (I’m usually panting ferociously, sweating profusely, and stopping every once in a while to blow my nose on my shirt. RUNNING AIN’T PRETTY, FRIENDS.) Read the rest of this entry »
First, grab a couple of friends. They’d better be fun friends. Kick off the weekend with an afternoon at Zeitgeist. If you’re lucky, a Belgian brewmaster will let you have a bottle of his beer for free, along with a souvenir glass. (Yes, that happened.) Then take your friends to dinner at Emmy’s Spaghetti Shack before hitting up a musician friend’s house concert. Read the rest of this entry »
Yep, I’ve been gone, so here’s a music video from South Carolina duo Shovels and Rope. They play splendid music that will warm the hardest folk-lovin’ heart. And the kids in this video are just adorbs.
Yesterday I was shocked, appalled, disoriented and angered by what happened at the Boston Marathon finish line. My reaction wasn’t much different from that of everyone else sharing and talking about it on social media. (By the way, it’s pretty incredible how Tweets were largely responsible for photos and information on the scene.)
I think right now, it is so important that–as we pray for everyone involved–we reflect on the humanness that followed the blasts. From the doctor who ran back into the fray to see what he could do to the first responders on the scene, and even to the person who grabbed this domain so no one else would.
Senseless acts cause walls of divisiveness to crumble and humans to be the best humans.
This chambray top–thought slightly wrinkled–has quickly become one of my favorite purchases from trusty Old Navy. I’ve started wearing it weekly.
But that’s what staple pieces are for, right? I’m getting smarter about this (I think): Finding pieces that can be used over and over with various ensembles–Hello, maxi dress ready for the remixing! Read the rest of this entry »