
Run…
But not until you’re tired. Not until you’ve had enough. Continue reading “RUN…”
Before I write, let me backtrack a little bit. Summer was amazing!
After Amber and I road tripped from San Diego to San Francisco, I took off to the beach, and then spent the remainder of my summer with my 5 and 7 year old, Brett and Brooklyn, in the Smoky mountains. My goal was to just break away and focus on some serious family time.
My kids, even at such young ages, are both avid hikers. So needless to say, we had some wild adventures!
A few months ago, the editor of a major running magazine spent a long time interviewing me for an article about addiction in running. I poured my heart out, but never saw it published.
So I battled back and forth for awhile, torn between letting the story go, if I wanted to go there, yada yada, until I finally just said …ya know what? Screw it…. nobody can tell my thoughts better than me…. So here we go. Prepare yourselves.
You can’t break away from it.
That thirst–that insatiable wretched beautiful thirst–it calls to you like a siren.
Since the very beginning of time itself, one question has constantly plagued the wives of the outdoor loving breed..
How can a trail craving, earth chasing wife succeed at her domestic duties while remaining true to her wild woman ways?
One may never truly know. Yet one can speculate, theorize, and ultimately form a somewhat decent hypothesis on this trying matter.
Continue reading “Solutions for the Troublesome Outdoorsy Wife”
Let’s keep this simple.;)
You’ve read the posts on this blog, right? Cool.. Then you know I’m a nut job.
Well- Daniel bought me some medicine for that today….
Today was legit.
I haven’t been to this place in a long time… Tonight is different….3am Continue reading “3am: Aches and Burns”
Many people in the world today are all about boxes. Pretty little boxes create a perfectly comfortable boxed in life.
Living in boxes, eating from boxes, looking at boxes, communicating through boxes, traveling in boxes, with thoughts that fit in boxes– Continue reading “Boxes”