Ran a half marathon this morning (for the first time since the fall of 2023, somehow), didn’t die, would do this race again. Not looking forward to being at the airport at 4am.
A month later they have finally come out and dug the hole for a new power pole behind the house (to replace the one that’s there) so they can add a second transformer.
Taper week: the one where I always pick up the weirdest injuries. (This time, wrist)(it’ll either be fine by the time I go to Maine at the end of the week or it’ll turn itself into tendinitis)
Oh I do get calls for the person who owned this house a decade ago about selling a house on Shoup Mill. You know they’re not from here because they can’t correctly pronounce Shoup. Also, she’s dead, I looked her up.
Ok but really, I’m still living the injury life (4 days short of) 9 months post ankle injury. What is this shit? I’ve broken my spine & not had it go on this long. But a sprained ankle where the only tendon or ligament I didn’t do any damage to was my Achilles and 9 broken bones? Death, apparently.
It was homecoming week for us, but it was a bunch of weird theme days (could have had a “dress like a dead president day” alas)(every school in the district was named for them) but homecoming also was always a girls soccer away game, so I never cared bc I never got to go.
Easy: don’t make it complicated. September 2025 Flair Club v1.jpg And when you decide that v6 is the final, change it to Final September 2025 Flair Club .jpg Don’t name it final until it *is* the final.
The Cleveland Marathon’s response to a woman getting attacked while training for their race being a 7 slide deck of How To Not Get Attacked As A Woman While Running really fucking misses the mark. And says a lot about their organization. Number 7: trust your instincts.
