Early October, 2014, I pushed aside the assortment of magazines spread on the coffee table in my chiropractor’s waiting room, flipped open the newspaper, and saw my very first byline. I remember the fleeting nervous chills and rush of joy that flooded my spine upon seeing my name in print, even before the doctor got cracking.
Autumn is a season of many transitions and anniversaries. I’m celebrating some and being haunted by others. The milestone I’m most excited about, though, is the completion of my first year as an *actual* writer.
It took me a little while to get around to this, but last week I ran the Headwaters 50K for the second year in a row.
Which, due to unexpected circumstances this summer, also turned out to be my second ultra!
Now that I’m rested, recovered and rehydrated, I have to say it was a damn good time.
:::update: I removed most of the photos from the Edible article to reduce the file size and make it easier to read:::
I’ve been hearing a lot of that recently. The war cry of the weary in late July. In fact, if I had a dollar for every conversation I hear about how hard farming is, I could quit my…
oh, wait.. never mind!!
But it is. I live with a farmer, some of my closest friends are farmers, and I occasionally volunteer on farms while managing my own budding homestead. It’s a lot of really, really hard work.
Sometimes people say things that resonate in our hearts forever.
I’ll never forget one particular night in a tiny apartment in Cuzco five years ago. A small group of yoga students were lounging on the living room floor, enjoying an indoor picnic and grounding from a San Pedro ceremony, when a young shaman to-be opened her bedroom door. Elegantly holding a glass of red wine, she boldly announced:
I just realized I’ll never be comfortable again.
How many ladies wear men’s size 11.5 mountaineering boots?
… just me?
But really, I think my feet were just swollen from a 10 mile road run in Five Fingers before heading out to rent gear. I still felt like a monster when trying them on.
Enough about my freakishly large feet. I climbed Mount Shasta this past Sunday! Due to a dark, lenticular cloud that formed at the top within a matter of minutes, bringing crazy winds, I had to turn around about 120 meters from the summit.
Here’s a nice photo of said cloud taken by Hike Mt Shasta.
Whew! So, after much web research, asking around, and creating a mega nerdy spreadsheet of trail races within a 500 mile radius, I think I’ve finally decided on the ones I’m going to run this year!
One of my running goals for 2015 is to compete in at least five trail races. Last year, I only did one and a half. I would have done more had it not been for that dang foot injury. ::shakes fist::
So far, I’m only registered for three: Continue reading
Diet’s over! I’m free!
Sunday was the last day of my sugar detox. I stuck it out the whole 21 days without cheating and now I can eat whatever I want!!!
Except I’m finding that I want to eat pretty much the same as I have been for the past three weeks.
This is throwing me off a little bit. When I decided to try a sugar detox, I really wasn’t expecting to like it. I mean, it essentially cut out all of the foods I eat for pleasure…
..and I feel great.
There’s more to it, and I’ll get into that. But first.. BIG news.
I’m excited to share this article that I wrote for one of my absolute favorite publications, Outside online. This is the first time I’ve contributed anything to a website that gets a lot of traffic, so it’s kiiiiiiind of a big deal.
*I was dancing around the house all day!*
I would love to celebrate with some champagne and chocolate, but, you know… sugar detox.
I told myself that if I slipped up, I would start the 21 days over again, and I really, really don’t want to do that.
So I’m hangin tough.
Here’s What Happens To Your Brain When You Give Up Sugar For Lent | IFLScience.
This article popped up in my Facebook newsfeed at just the right time. I’m on day 9 of a 21 day sugar detox diet, otherwise know as the “fuck this, I won’t eat anything but a muffin” phase, and reading a well-referenced article on the neuroscience of sugar addiction was exactly what I needed.
Nobody likes to listen to people blab on about their diets, but this is my blog and I need to vent some serious detox-related gripes.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
I’m definitely not one for overpriced flowers and overpackaged chocolates, but I can get down with celebrating love. And the one thing that I love more than anything else is RUNNING!
While my buddies back on the east coast are getting buried in snow, winter is pretty much over in California. I heard that it was really cold for a couple weeks while I was visiting NJ for the holidays. I guess I missed winter.
But hey- I won’t complain about sunny skies, warm weather and running on trails again.
My foot is all healed. I’m sick of the dreadmill. I’m getting amped up for this year’s running season.
Today was my first 10 mile run this year, which feels like enough cause for celebration to me. It’s always good to get that first double digit distance run behind you just for the purposes of building confidence.
Today made me think back on past runs: