In 2017, I decided I was going to run a 50k. If you’re reading this, you’re of one of two minds on the subject. You’re either scoffing at the idea of needing a whole year to work up to 50 kilometers because you are a superhuman, or you’re doing the math in your head (“50 kilometers is… 31 miles? Can that be right?”) and wondering why on earth anyone would want to do a thing like that. Continue reading “The shoes I never knew I needed”
At the end of last week, I felt great. I was mostly caught up with work, we had a trip to Taos on the books that weekend, my new running shoes meant my toes didn’t fall asleep after two miles of painfully slow jogging (more on that later).
And then, on the drive home from New Mexico, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I blew my nose and made pathetic whimpering sounds until I fell asleep, and then I staggered into the house and essentially slept for three days. Continue reading “It’s no picnic being a sick-nick”
I’ve never been much for resolutions. I have a hard time making myself commit to anything I’m not sure I’ll still be into in six months. (There’s probably a metaphor in there.)
Generally, if I’m put on the spot, I’ll resolve to drink more water. This is easy and everyone could stand to do it, but I never actually do. Would my life be magically transformed if I’d finish off a few Nalgenes every day? Probably. Continue reading “Obligatory New Year post”
Generally speaking, I don’t much care for birds. I can tolerate little finches and sparrows; anything bigger than that makes me nervous. (Hummingbirds, too—they move so fast and have no sense of personal boundaries.) I’m especially nervous around fowl, including chickens and geese, but most of all, I am terrified of turkeys. Continue reading “Turkey terror”
This fall, My Alaskan Odyssey turned five years old. In the last half-decade, I’ve moved to and from Alaska (twice), finished a master’s degree, gotten married, celebrated some victories and mourned a few losses. This blog started as a way to keep friends and family up-to-date when I moved to Alaska for grad school in 2012. I posted sporadically for a few years, and then, when I got serious about writing, I started posting something every week. Since its inception, My Alaskan Odyssey has been a place to post silly lists and longer musings and, occasionally, share good (and bad) news. I still can’t believe anyone other than my mom reads it. Continue reading “Five years of My Alaskan Odyssey”