I recently came across saved copies of some blog posts I’d written in 2009, when I was mired in a deep quagmire of personal disasters. Life, as they say, had handed me lemons. In fact, a whole grove of lemon trees. In March of that year, I had been downsized during the worst point of
My 34th birthday is coming up. It isn’t really a “milestone” year, but since entering my 30’s I’ve tried to use birthdays as a reason to set a goal for myself — kind of like a secondary new year’s resolution. Sometimes it’s crossing an item off my “bucket list” and other times it’s a permanent
13.1 is only “half crazy,” and I can’t do anything halfway. I’m going full crazy. So, I was never what you might call “athletically inclined” as a child. I played outside a lot, but I didn’t “play sports.” I actively avoided anything that might have been construed as team-oriented or competitive. My idea of a marathon was