Tag: running

in which I am hoping my feet don’t fail me now

It’s been a big month. I’ve been in and out of my house more than I can remember. Between my trips and his job, Sam and I are in a haze of gratitude for the time we do get to spend together. Kiddo turned 21 this month, which seems both absolutely natural and utterly impossible. Where did my sweet little mop-…

on what I will allow

I’ve been avoiding writing this entry for long enough, I think. So this was the relapse that I don’t come roaring back from, folks. It was inevitable. I’ve been doing my checks, carefully testing my limits, investigating how far I can go, looking for all the indications of disorder, and well, hey: I still love my Solumedrol infusions for pulling…