So I promised a Runner’s World article on beauty. Here it is. I particularly love the following paragraph:
My PRs will never garner attention or generate awards. But when I run, I am 100 percent me–my strengths and weaknesses play out like a cracked-open diary, my emotions often as raw as the chafing from my jog bra. In my ultimate moments of vulnerability, I am twice the woman I was when I thought I was meant to look pretty on the sidelines. Sweaty and smiling, breathless and beautiful: Running helps us all shine. A lesson worth passing along.
Yum, running. I’ve been experimenting a bit with running on the (unpaved) trails at the local large park. I love it. It’s hard, and I’ll probably twist or break an ankle before I toughen up and get better at balancing and landing, but there’s something especially exhilarating about racing (no matter my turtle’s pace) through forests, jumping over roots and barely avoiding sliding on the downs and feeling lungs about to explode on the ups.
After my rather pathetic posting in the wee hours of Saturday morning, I had to regroup. I just can’t be all down and out and a mess without fixing my broken crap.
*looks around* …Of which there may be very few… Others may still enjoy a funny story without detailed knowledge of the system.
Since being in Charlotte, I’ve been experimenting with a few different D & D campaigns, all of which are GM’ed by people older than 34 years old.
I now suspect this is a bad idea for someone who actually likes D & D 3.5 and wants to play in a real 3.5 campaign, rather than a 3.0 campaign with the inclusion of monks.
…With a communicative and helpful GM.
Anyway, here’s a conversation between me and WO that had me rolling. It’s a bit edited to remove some unintelligable inner jokes, but it’s 99% intact. Especially the part at the end involving the weed. That’s good stuff.
