Boston was the perfect rebound relationship. It was big, messy, gorgeous, full of new sights and smells and a blissful anonymity; no one cares, walking down a busy Boston street, if I don’t have a boyfriend, if I screwed up at work, or even if I’m having a bad hair day.
I’m not gonna lie…I’m slightlyhugely addicted to my hiking and running tracking aps. I love logging my treks on MapMyRun and MapMyHike, I love trying to figure out my pace, and I love seeing what my (few) friends on the aps are up to. It gives me that little jolt of competitiveness: “oh, look, he/sheContinue reading “A toast to the slow and average”
Recently, someone I love very much remarked that I shouldn’t wear my new striped sweater because I’d gained weight. I’d like to blame my teary and pissed off reaction on “that time of the month”, but the truth is that that time has passed and thinking about it still makes me emotional. A couple ofContinue reading “Love thyself…but lose weight”