I’m officially ensconced in a waterfront condo nestled in lovely Kitsap County. House-sitting was fine, but I’m glad to be in my palace. It took a few days to transport my remaining belongings from the house to the condo, most of which was done while dealing with a dastardly cold, but moving is finally done. Riley and I are happy to be settled in a place that’ll be entirely ours for at least a year. Continue reading
This August I’ll be competing with a team in a Spartan Sprint. Rather than sitting out under a tree while I type this, I should be training. Like running or pushups or, God forbid, burpees [shiver].
The Spartan Sprint is a 5k race with obstacles. Participants will be crossfitters, current and former military, guys eager to prove-themselves. And me. It’ll entail running through mud, water, climbing ropes and walls, carrying heavy loads over distances, likely some good natured swearing, that kind of thing.
It means I have to start running. I have to start climbing. I have to use these sunny days to my advantage and get out there and do. It means pushing wisely and not being a moron like walking barefoot on the hot, rough asphalt when my tender tootsies have been hibernating in socks all winter, and now are in agony. Stuff like that.
Have any killer exercise moves that’ll help me out? I just began yoga, I own the Russian Twists, but would love to try some new muscle sculpting workouts. Suggestions welcome.
Anyone else competing this summer in a Spartan race? Ever done one before? Never heard of it? Check out this video for an overview:
There were two ways I’d originally opened this blog post, each leading to the stellar conclusion that pirating books is akin to shaving the fuzz off of newborn puppies, and all those who pirate should be taken out back and slapped across the face with outdated magazines. My book was recently pirated and rather than feel flattered that some ne’er-do-well found my novel worthy of his thievery, I just felt peeved. So there it is. Don’t steal books.
Because of the hijacking of my novel, I was sensitive to what else was going on with my book across the internet. Naturally I had to Google myself. It was possibly on Google page twelve or thirteen (my many blog posts make me a decent-sized internet presence) I found an impersonator on Twitter. Continue reading
The texting revolution could not have come soon enough, I say. Email is the bastion of good old fashioned communication, letter-writing for the digitized. Texting is the journalistic approach to email. But speaking on the phone? It’s contrary to human behavior. Continue reading
Image from UK Daily Mail.
Call me a bandwagon-jumper-onner if you must, but I didn’t start watching Downton Abbey until a few months ago. My parents have been watching since the series started, but I didn’t bother seeing what all the hubbub was about until recently. Like thousands of other Abbey-ites I was disheartened by the season three finale because I felt betrayed and swindled. Continue reading
All holidays are over, there are no more pretty lights brightening streets with cheer. It’s cold, gray, and Starbucks is back to serving the boring white cups instead of red. It’s winter. The only thing most of us have to look forward to now is summer, and I’m looking for my next adventure. Continue reading
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