Xtreme Outdoor Picnicking gets a logo. Because anything this ridiculous totally deserves one.
The English have a lot of tea. And when I came here I thought I was all up on the tea thing. I'd even gone to Dubai and done the super awesome tea thing that cost an arm and leg (it was worth that arm and leg). I had a boss who would explain, in... Continue Reading →
So I've been told about EXTREME IRONING. There is also an EXTREME TEA DRINKING challenge. But nobody, as yet that I know for certain, has EXTREME ALL-WEATHER OUTDOOR PICNICKING. I feel this needs to be included in the 2012 London Summer Olympics as a sport. I love picnic. And the English? Well, they KNOW how... Continue Reading →
Don't expect everyone to say "Yes" to you when asking for donations. "No" happens. What you need to know about "no" is that no matter what, you keep going.
It's very tough once you reach the high mileage training to bounce back. Even though things are difficult you have to push through the nagging knees and mental meltdown.
Item one: The knee brace is wonderful. Truly, honestly, wonderful. Item two: If you are ever found needing to run more than 17 miles, download as many episodes of Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me as you need. It was a glorious day in Oxford, which right now is saying a lot. I didn't have to... Continue Reading →
Or SAIT for short. In sum: Everyone I know who is running, whether it is a long, long race like mine or a teeny tiny baby race, is injured. Well, everyone I know who is running in England is injured, anyway. My Mom (aka Mum) is not located in England, but she's running with an... Continue Reading →
So it's Lent. Being that I survived eight solid years of Catholic school there is this need that grips me to give up something for 40 days. Except this time, I really can't. I've decided to give up alcohol up to the race (thereby blaming the Winter Olympics for being tired and groggy the next... Continue Reading →
Two ways to fundraise... Noisy and Conversation. Which are you?