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The first day off I've had in weeks, a month maybe. Lots of work and school and going out. The man and I set dates together on our calendars. Lots of business is a fantastic thing, of course, because it means that the rent is paid, and not just by Dr Daddy Fairbucks. On the other hand, I'm experiencing just a wee bit of the Monkey's Paw. It's true ( Read more... )

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So many good things happened this weekend. Team Zombie Shuffle really shuffled on Saturday morning. Golden Gate Park, the Presidio, the Bridge, hill and dale and everything green in between, and at the end of it all we had done 14 whole miles ( Read more... )

. . .snacks on a plane.

Ten miles today. I laugh when I run, wearing stupid-looking running clothes, and breaking down this morning to buy (Oh God, of all things) a visor. Let me tell you, there is but one appropriate time to wear a visor and that is when one is a money-laundering accountant on the Family payroll. ( Or in a Vellamints commercial. )

Let's all two of us welcome http://marksf.livejournal.com/ to this funny imaginary party.

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I finally broke the six mile point and while my heart and lungs and sweat glands no longer want to explode (okay, the glands may still want to explode a wee bit), my legs feel like they've borne the weight of the world on their shoulders. Or, the weight of me on their little leggy joints, at least. And that would be 6.440-something miles, to be ( Read more... )