knee-sock-wearing, certified personal trainer. i run. and do mom-stuff. i've fallen out of love with my knee socks. not sure if this break up is permanent. but i'm currently exploring other options. lots of things are changing, but i'm still married to a madman, twelve years and counting... Oh, and then there's this.
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The Bus Stop Dance (Taken with Cinemagram)

Yeah. That could work for me.

LOL. Hmmm…

LOL. Hmmm…

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arthlete:

You won’t regret it unless you get hit by a moving vehicle!

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Seems I’ve caught the ultra running bug. It was bound to happen sooner or later, right? I mean, being married to an ultra runner and having a crazy-addictive-obsessive-type personality like I have…with an unwavering desire to push my comfortable limits, definitely makes doing an ultra an obvious next step for me. 

So, I’ve signed up for my first 50k. It’s in October. Friday, October 11th to be exact. As of today, my longest run has been 20 miles. This is what makes it even more crazy. And exciting. 

The Wickatunk Track Club Runway 27 Miler (pictured above) will be part of my training. My training…starting today I’ll be bumping things up a notch. Yeah.

I’m kind of a mess today. I have to pick up Bruce’s ashes. This afternoon. Or tomorrow. Or whenever I can bring myself to do it really. It will be one month ago on Saturday that I lost him. Most of the time I just can’t believe he’s not here snoring at my feet or hogging the bed at night or doing any of the other gazillion wonderful things he used to do. 
I was 23 when Bruce came into my life. I was a baby. He was the first dog I ever had. We grew up together.
Gosh I miss my sweet Boy so bad.
But despite the intense sadness I am feeling, I wouldn’t trade those (nearly) 13 years for anything in the world. 

I’m kind of a mess today. I have to pick up Bruce’s ashes. This afternoon. Or tomorrow. Or whenever I can bring myself to do it really. It will be one month ago on Saturday that I lost him. Most of the time I just can’t believe he’s not here snoring at my feet or hogging the bed at night or doing any of the other gazillion wonderful things he used to do. 

I was 23 when Bruce came into my life. I was a baby. He was the first dog I ever had. We grew up together.

Gosh I miss my sweet Boy so bad.

But despite the intense sadness I am feeling, I wouldn’t trade those (nearly) 13 years for anything in the world. 

Why yes, yes it is.

Why yes, yes it is.

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