I like the way you brush your hair

I admit, I’m kind of a fussy runner. I like my gear to be just so and if it isn’t just so I quickly remove it from my wee little closet to make room for the gear that is just so. I’m the same way with my hair. It needs to be just so. Off my face, no wispies, no bangs. Other women do not seem to have this difficulty. Continue reading

Mix Tape Volume 22

The Mix Tape celebrated its one year anniversary and then faded away. Faded because I now do almost all my reading on wee little gadgets and have pages bookmarked on four different devices and I’m too lazy busy to re-find my favourites. I spent the better part of Family Day long weekend ignoring my family and cleaning up my messy digital life, but still didn’t revive the mixed tape. Today I don’t feel up to addressing the Boston-sized elephant in the room, instead I want to carry on with something familiar. The mixed tape.

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They’ve given you a number and taken away your name

It’s no secret that I love TV, especially 30 minute comedies that don’t need laugh tracks to tell you when to laugh. I’m working on the impossible task of compiling my all-time top ten sitcoms, but my currently on air favourite is Archer. And Parks and Rec. And Bob’s Burgers. And Community. But this is about Archer. And running.  Continue reading

It’s only teenage wasteland

I’ve written about getting chicked, tutued and Whitlocked. Last weekend I suffered a new humiliation. Continue reading

People tell me there ain’t no use in trying

I did something I thought I’d never do. I dropped out of a race. DNF. Continue reading

Turn off and on like the street lights

Something about my stoplight coloured shoes just seems so appropriate. So fast. I have this sinking feeling the next model will be pink, because shoe manufactures seem to get twitchy if they go more than three seasons without forcing women to wear pink. Continue reading

I see the ice is slowly melting

I kicked off my spring race season with a half marathon opener a couple of weeks ago and Husband followed up with a 5K last weekend. I’d normally give my standard two-line race review, devoid of finish times because, I always thought, who the heck cares about my finish times anyway? I’m not elite or impressively fast, if you know me you know my time, if you don’t know me but you read my blog with any kind of consistency you could probably guess my time and be reasonably close, and, well, I do like to pretend to keep an air of mystery hanging around me.

But I recently read about “the deviant no-time race report“, which I learned “is probably the worst thing you can do to your readers if you are a running blogger. Because we’ll play along and try to pretend we’re totally immersed in the jubilation of your victory or the anguish of your defeat, but you at least owe us a finish time“. Who am I to deny my legions of readers? Continue reading