Month: August 2012

me, zombie

so i went running. this morning. voluntarily. after breakfast. afterward, i asked myself, “who are you, and what you done with my brain?” i never do this. ever since i started running as a kid, i’ve hated running in the morning.…

meditations on the female body

the link below takes you to one of four deviations i posted tonight. three originate from a meditation on the most obvious of female identifiers & my personal experience with breast cancer biopsies. yeah, plural. & they sucked. the fourth…

me, running fail

my hamstrings are bitches. ever since i started running, they’ve been the bane of my athletic existence. what made them worse was throwing javelin; if you don’t use the correct technique, you really torque your back. conveniently, all those muscles…

me, cresting

every runner has her reasons why she does it. that *thing*, that exhilarating quality that calls to her soul and tells it to put its shoes on because it’s time to head out the door. my wake-up? it comes from…

me, trying to run

college. oh, college. i was a walk-on for UMBC’s div.1  women’s cross country team. i hadn’t been scouted. nobody had called me, nobody sent me mail, nobody wanted me for my legs. it’s only because my dad insisted on that…

me, running

today, for the first time in a long time, i went running. no big deal, a lot of people who decide to dig their five year old Nikes out of the closet could say the same. except for me, it’s…

bad ideas

good idea: kick back with a friend & a cold one in the comfort & confines of your humble abode. bad idea: raucously kick back with a raucous friend & a cold twenty-four in the public stairwell such that residents…

unexpected walk

seduced by the view from the Manhattan Waterfront Greenway, i walked from the meatpacking district to One WTC. i wonder if that was a mistake. i was not in nyc on 9/11. i’ve never lived there. i have no family…

"We yearn to be like gods."

‘Such moments reveal what Christian writer C.S. Lewis called “our inconsolable secret,” our universal longing to bridge a gulf between our ordinary lives and this extraordinary life set before us.’“My Take: With the Olympics, we yearn to be like gods.”…