I have lived most of my life in an exceptionally dry climate. Colorado is the sort of place where you step off the plane and your nose promptly starts bleeding.
“At least it’s a dry heat!” chirp out-of-towners from humid places as they slather lotion on their peeling hands and faces. When friends visit, they often spend the first day or so feeling generally lethargic and remarking on how difficult it is to breathe when, say, walking up a flight of stairs.
“Drink lots of water,” we tell them. Continue reading “List: Hydrate or die”
I am married to a music snob. This is fine with me, because, if I’m being honest, I don’t care all that much about music.
I have preferences, sure. I have favorite bands and albums (“records,” my husband calls them) and songs I will listen to over and over and over again if I’m driving alone and there’s no one in the car to slap my hand away from the stereo and say, “Christ, enough already with the Barenaked Ladies!” or whatever. It’s not always the Barenaked Ladies. I was just making a point. Continue reading “The best road trip music, hands down”
I don’t have much of an explanation for why most of my favorite things are my favorite things. Pizza toppings, colors, how I take my coffee—it mostly comes down to preference, I guess. Aesthetics. I like things because they appeal to me. Continue reading “Sky pilot, revisited”
I don’t remember the first time someone told me I looked just like my Aunt Kelly. It’s happened often enough that I’ve internalized it. I don’t mind; she is beautiful, and so I consider it a profound compliment. Continue reading “The Sugarbee Effect”
A little over a week ago, I ran my first marathon. That means I have entered the period known in fanatical exercise circles as “recovery.” Conventional wisdom here dictates that I refrain from distance running for two to three glorious weeks, thus allowing my body to fully recover from the ordeal of marathoning and, ideally, preventing injuries. Continue reading “Rest and recovery for the wicked”