Angry

I am still functioning. Still moving. Still waking and eating and going to work. And Dory keeps on singing, and we all just keep on swimming. And that is the way it is.

The week that was

Tonight will be a meal at the local Chinese. I will surround myself with family and end of the week chatter. The week will disappear into the haze of weekend. I will rest, restore

Half marathon. The Day After.

It's the day after the run. I'm tired, sore and a little stiff. I'm in compressions socks and and very grateful it's my day off.

Paper Towns & Other John Green Books

As a less than young adult, I am loving reading John Green books this year. Paper Towns, The Fault in Our Stars and Looking for Alaska have all found a place in my book

Don’t Ask Me

Sometimes talking about everything except the giant, awkward and uncoordinated elephant in the room is the order of the day.

When the baker isn’t baking.

There has been a sad lack of baking in the house the past few weeks. Like most other people, it's not until I stop that I realise just how much I needed to. But,

Daffodils

There are times when training and tapering is all. It wasn't one of those weeks. I'm good with that.

Run: Half Marathon. Four weeks to go.

Alternative  title – Four weeks to go and a dreaded lurgy of doom. Ok, that may be a slight exaggeration. Yesterday it was exactly four weeks until the half marathon. Not long. Last week I bemoaned

Home: Movie Night.

We love watching movies. Movie nights happen each weekend. It's a serious business. There are rules. And potato chips.

Time Well Spent

Perhaps my resistance to reading 'ten steps to anything' will serve me well, if ever the un-dead take over.