Breaking the Seal

Ugh. It's hot. Beyond hot--it's humid. My last run sucked so hard I couldn't even bring myself to talk about it (not even music could motivate me!). So I took a break from running for a tick and did a little cross training (rode the bike, did some strength training, kickboxing). But I need to run.

And in this weather? That means the dreaded treadmill. {shudder}

"Will run for beer" is my middle name. Yes, even that beer.

Happy Father's Day

My dad with my son in Chetek, 2003.

I miss you, dad.

An added note: I'm thankful that I found this video. My dad passed a year ago and I seem to be progressing through the stages of grief (though not in any fashion that I would have imagined) and I'm stalled in the "anger" phase. But not the angry that he's passed phase, but the angry at him phase. At his shortcomings. At what I didn't get from him. At the choices he made that made his life more difficult. At the way he kept people at arms length.

Except when he didn't. And this was my reminder. Thanks, Dad for watching over me, for helping me through this process. You may not have believed that you live on, but I feel you with me, always.

We meet again

I did not want to run again. That last run totally took the wind out of my sails. I struggled to do just one lap, 1.5 miles, and I wasn't looking forward to this. But I was working at home. Stressed. Needed a workout. Had enough time to get one in, plus a shower, before getting the kids. So here goes nothing...

Record Collecting for Girls

I love music. I've always loved music. I was that girl who could sit & talk about music with your boyfriend.

Oh, bother

The one where I go back to the track. :\