Today is Valentine’s Day, which means I am taking a break from our regularly scheduled programming to bring you my annual Valentine’s Day post from the archives, in which I am abruptly dumped by a college boyfriend and left to be humiliated in a poorly-thought-out yoga class. Also, I’m proud to say there are no photographs of me doing yoga in existence, which is why you’re being treated to a nice shot of some bighorn sheep instead. That’s actually kind of what I look like doing yoga, actually. Anyway! Here it is.
Several Valentine’s Days ago, I showed up to my usual Monday night yoga class because I had nothing better to do. I had recently been unceremoniously dumped, all my roommates had dates, and the scheduling gods at my place of employment had seen fit to grant me the night off on the one holiday I’d rather have worked. Continue reading “Please don’t do “couples’ yoga””
If you’re a regular reader, you may recall that I’ve been struggling with some athletic injuries in the last six months or so. If you’re not, I’ll summarize quickly because there’s not all that much to it: I ran a trail marathon and it was hard. Then I signed up for a 50k, but then my foot started falling asleep, which seemed bad. Also my right IT band always hurts. I briefly thought I had plantar fasciitis. Continue reading “List: Reasons it’s not so bad being injured, really”
No one is ever going to ask me to describe my climbing style in a single word, but if they did, it would be “serviceable.” As with most activities I take on, I am a profoundly mediocre rock climber.
This also goes for skiing, which I’ve been doing for something like a quarter-century. Despite skiing many hundreds of days, I am still a “Well, I can get down just about anything, but it might not be pretty” skier. After nearly a decade, I am an extremely intermediate mountain biker. I’ve been distance running since I was a freshman in high school, yet here I remain, the slowest marathoner you know. Continue reading “Back to basics”
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”