Sunday, May 6, 2018

Race Report: Colorado Marathon

I am writing this from the Denver International Airport, where I am nearly three hours delayed taking off for London, because there's nothing like an end to a race like sitting on an airport floor, stretching intermittently before a nine hour flight...

Sunday, April 22, 2018

The In Between Spaces

I am starting my second week here in Asia. I will be here in the Philippines through tomorrow night, and then head on to our fundraising office in Korea.

I don't normally take to my blog to talk about work. I don't want to talk about my job, about Compassion, or about what we do here. Everyone makes their own choices, but this is my personal blog and I don't want to confuse it with my professional life. So please know, when I share this information, this is coming from my personal perspective. I'm not talking about what Compassion does or doesn't do, and I'm not commenting on the efficacy of our work. It's good work, and poverty is complicated, but that's my day job: this is is about how my heart is seeing my time here.

Monday, April 9, 2018

Training for the Race

I run the Colorado Marathon in 28 days. In 5 days I get on a plane for Asia, and won't be back in the country until 6 days before the marathon. I've been trying to finish my major training before I leave, since there are no guarantees I can get a long run in while I'm gone.

This means that I'm at the point in training where all of the following are true:

Friday, March 23, 2018

De-Southwesting, Sessions 4 and 5

Anita's basement
This post has been a year in the making.

Around the time of the 2017 Superbowl, we bought a fridge for the basement. That was the beginning of the basement makeover, moving it from Anita's favorite silly-putty color to something more modern, with a rustic edge.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Race Report Delayed: Memories of Burro Running

I was up at 5:15am this morning, dragging my rear end downstairs to bash on the treadmill for a while. The sun isn't making it's presence known until nearly 7am in my neighborhood at the moment, and I had a 7am call. I've been running from work lately (since sunset is 4:50pm right now) to get a partially lit run in, but today we are meeting up with folks after work, and I've got plans at lunch already. So the dreaded treadmill it was.

Lately, as much as I would prefer to run outside, the treadmill hasn't been too bad. The exactly even pace zones me out, and as long as I have a good audiobook, I don't constantly stare at the time and the distance. This morning though, I was paying less attention to Tiny, Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed, and more attention to memories of races-past.

Specifically, my second running of that fall classic, "Run with the Burros," retold below.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Particular Set of Skills

Ok, so here's the news: Fred is leaving his post as neighborhood mailman. His last day will be Jan 31. According to Fred, via text to Eric, he's a contract employee, and the post office told him that he would need to start delivering three times the mail, but didn't offer him a raise. Fred told them what he would need in order to do the job, and they refused, so he quit.

I am seriously wondering if "three times the mail" is just the rest of the mail and the packages he doesn't deliver daily, but what do I know.

However, this is not the point of this blog.