Quicker than you can say “bicycle”, we were at the back of the store to pick out a helmet and asking someone to get the bike he’d selected ready for us.
I’ve always identified as a runner. Although I played team sports throughout my childhood and teen years, I preferred solitary sports like running, gymnastics and snowboarding because I could compete against myself. Anyone who knows me knows that I hold myself to a high standard, often setting a level of expectation and pace that isn’t… Continue reading On knowing when to stop (and how hard it can be)
Yesterday, F and I laced up (or in his case, Velcroed) our sneakers, grabbed a bottle of water and hit the pavement after a long, busy day of being out and about in the sunshine. Lately, F has wanted to take a stuffy with him everywhere he goes, and he chose his Princess Toadstool for… Continue reading “Your” vs. “The”
Anyone who knows me knows that I sometimes (read: regularly) neglect to take time for me. Ask my mother and she’ll tell you that I burn myself, wear myself too thin, and bite off more than I can chew. Most mornings, I’m up before 5 am. Many nights, I don’t get to sleep until well… Continue reading I can’t outrun everything