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Marathoning- It Actually Sucks for Everyone

Everyone who knows me, even a little, knows that I love running marathons. In fact, it is basically all I talk about for about 6 months out of the year. Specifically, every year from June  to November, and I only stop in November because I want to talk about Christmas. Typically, people like to talk to me about marathons. They have lots of questions about “how in the world I do that?” or sometimes “why in the world I do that?” For the next couple of weeks, I’m going to post 2 blogs featuring everything you ever wanted to know about long-distance running. This first post is a Beginners Overview. I reference 'marathons' only, but its a substitute for any long distance. The second post will be the ‘nitty-gritty, no one ever told me that guide’ to becoming a marathon runner. If you’ve ever wondered if you could run a marathon, this post is for you. If you’ve ever wondered how to run a marathon, this post is for you. If you just like to read all the nonsense I write about,...

Your Inner 10 year old called...

Lately, I haven’t really been writing. Not for myself. Not for my blog. Not for school. I’ve just kind of stopped. I don’t think I’ve had anything to say worth writing about and definitely not worth reading about. Yesterday, my bestie in this life reminded me that my “people want to hear from me.” She went so far as to say they’ve been WAITING to hear from me. I’m not sure if any of this is true, but it was enough to inspire me to pick up my pen. Not that you really needed a reminder, but life is hard. My life is hard. This week I went to Michael’s to buy two picture frames for some art I bought in MAY. There was no traffic. I parked in the second parking space. The frames were BOGO. I mean, the Universe was practically begging me to buy these frames, however, I walked around for 40 minutes, got so overwhelmed  at all of these options that I decided to just look at scrapbook stickers, balk at the price, and leave. What is this life? Why did picture frames push me over the ed...