“You Do You,” or the Xterra Ogden Triathlon
Hooooboy. It has been *such* a long time since I’ve written a race report. The last one I did was for another triathlon. I think it was two, three years ago. I was relatively fit then. I know this because…
Smugness is ugly. And useless.
There’s a BMW spot out there that chaps my hide every time I hear it. The guy’s voice is rich, and vaguely cultured, but also incredibly self-satisfied. It talks about how BMW has been “first” in bla bla bla etcetera…
What’s Your Birthright?
We’ve been in California now for a little over a year. I grew up here, moved away for 17 years, and then came back to fulfill what I see my as my filial duty: both of my parents are getting…
An Open Letter to the Nike+ announcer lady
Hello there. I feel I need to tell you something. I loathe your voice. It isn’t because I do not value what you are saying. It is because you Like to Hear Yourself Talk. I picture you a Grace-Kelly-like ice…
The People in My Neighborhood: MFAland
I love sport. I love doing it, training for it. I love introducing friends to it. I love race day. I love the pre-race energy; I love the random camaraderie that springs up on the course. (People ask how you’re…
This is Your Brain on a 5K
On Saturday I did a “virtual 5k.” It was to raise money for the Dick Beardsley Foundation. It was called the Against the Wind 5K, it was for an awesome cause, and it was just kind of nice to do…
Too many irons in the fire
It’s been six weeks since my last post. There’s nothing, really, to explain this. Since I last wrote, my semester has ended, the Arab spring is on the verge of becoming the Arab summer, we’ve had two American weather disasters,…
The 30-Day Experiment: How’d It Go?
About a month ago, I told you all that I was going to do five things for 30 days straight. So, what were the results? Here: Drink a glass of water every morning: 100% Make our bed every morning: 100%*…
Kickstart My Heart, Part II
So. While I was headed down to the gym earlier tonight (at 10:30! What a joke!) I was struck with the most certain terrifying thought that if I didn’t write down all of the wedding weekend festivities, I’d just…forget. I…
The People in My Neighborhood: The Track Rats
These are people in my literal neighborhood, not people in my imaginary neighborhood. I know a couple people already, like the crossing guard who says hello to Sprocket every morning (she says it makes her day) and the woman with…
