Ten miles biked before breakfast and another ten before supper, and because I’m feeling fancy I’ll leave you with this:
Tiny Corn Recipe:
Heat canned soup & canned tiny corns 
Chop 2 veggie patties and 1 shallot into tiny corns
Plate tiny corns and chopped patties in a pile 
Garnish with saltines, cottage cheese and peppers
Eat everything with hot sauce
That’s how you make food into art.

Ten miles biked before breakfast and another ten before supper, and because I’m feeling fancy I’ll leave you with this:

Tiny Corn Recipe:

  1. Heat canned soup & canned tiny corns 
  2. Chop 2 veggie patties and 1 shallot into tiny corns
  3. Plate tiny corns and chopped patties in a pile 
  4. Garnish with saltines, cottage cheese and peppers
  5. Eat everything with hot sauce

That’s how you make food into art.

Tall signs and accents. Inch worms and a sunset over the river. Corn bread and moonshine. A charming, dapper, ginger bearded groom and a beautiful, denim coat wearing, air guitar playing bride. A porch swing and sunshine and quality humans. 
2930.4k’s in five days. A weekend worth every second of driving.

Tall signs and accents. Inch worms and a sunset over the river. Corn bread and moonshine. A charming, dapper, ginger bearded groom and a beautiful, denim coat wearing, air guitar playing bride. A porch swing and sunshine and quality humans. 

2930.4k’s in five days. A weekend worth every second of driving.

runningwithguts:

x-opher:

Family Photo. 

We’re all actually married to each other now.
The Internet is polyamorous.

The people that make me the happiest to be alive. 

runningwithguts:

x-opher:

Family Photo. 

We’re all actually married to each other now.

The Internet is polyamorous.

The people that make me the happiest to be alive. 

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runningwithguts:

beachyrunner:

We have the best friends in the world.

michaelontherun ClaireThatUsedToBlog jbizzle329 mr-smit runningwithguts danielleruns spokesfolks

Unpictured: Beachy’s father towing her down the aisle in a shiny red wagon.

Unpictured: Shots on shots on shots.

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I have never seen mountains before today. I found the Great Smoky Mountains. They are both great and smoky. They are glorious. A+, America.

Grill master Dan.

Grill master Dan.

Strong is the New Pretty - Photos by Kate T. Parker.

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Control

Yesterday we moved the Fox into her new temporary home. She’s shipping off to the coast soon. I think I’ll tag along. So despite the Fox’s gravitational pull on me and her hugely applauded slumber-party-hosting abilities, today was reserved for getting shit done.

I cleaned and organized. I rode 30k. I visited my sister and her tiny humans. I didn’t get overly upset about the number of dollars it took to fix my car or my iPod that I pulled out of the washing machine. I ate well and filled my time well and I stayed in control of myself. 

Sometimes it is nice to have a day where everything goes okay and your emotions don’t do anything tricky or confusing or overwhelming and you accomplish things, even if those things aren’t big things. 

Hi. Six days off was nice but I’m coming out of retirement. The problem with retiring from being active lies in the fact that I love to eat and I can eat more if I do more, and that is something I can always get on board with. Food (read:cheese). My knee is still funny but I did 10 pain-free miles on the bike this morning. The running might take a little longer to get back into (and I’m not sure I want to get back into it just yet). 

So now I’m at the gallery, updating webpages and perusing the internet. The Fox has banned me from conspiracy theory sites because they make me anxious. Don’t judge me. 

Above is a picture of my latest painting. I still paint. I’m still here. I am still alive.

Hi. Six days off was nice but I’m coming out of retirement. The problem with retiring from being active lies in the fact that I love to eat and I can eat more if I do more, and that is something I can always get on board with. Food (read:cheese). My knee is still funny but I did 10 pain-free miles on the bike this morning. The running might take a little longer to get back into (and I’m not sure I want to get back into it just yet).

So now I’m at the gallery, updating webpages and perusing the internet. The Fox has banned me from conspiracy theory sites because they make me anxious. Don’t judge me.

Above is a picture of my latest painting. I still paint. I’m still here. I am still alive.

Before & after.

Around the Bay - In Which I Feel Older than Boston

I ran this race last year with Beachy, and hated it, so it felt right to do it again. The Fox ran the first few minutes with me and then literally detoured to get McDonald’s breakfast. Rude. The first half of the race is basically flat. A pinch in my knee started up almost immediately into the run, a dull discomfort which by the 10k mark was making itself known with a passion. I stayed in front of the 3:30 pace group up until the 15k mark. Then they crept up on me. Then I was in the group. Then they were gone. I had to start walking then, and I ran when I could. 

You can imagine my delight when climbing the 26k’s aptly named ‘Heartbreak Hill,’ I saw a trio of jerks. My jerks. Beachy, Chris and the Fox walked the rest of the hill with me and the Fox tagged along for my last few k’s. We passed the Grim Reaper and crossed another bridge and I had some choice words with the Fox (“I love you but please don’t touch me.”) - I had a lot of feelings. I finished in 3:50:07. 

I was definitely more prepared for ATB this year than I was last year. I trained well and did all my long runs. I’m proud of myself for that. I feel disappointed for letting that 3:30 bunny disappear, and more disappointed that my body didn’t function as planned. I feel especially disappointed today that my toilet seats aren’t higher. 

#5982 in your record books, #1 in your hearts.

spokesfolks:

She’s pretty cute.
Go Dan Go!

And with that, I retire from running.

spokesfolks:

She’s pretty cute.

Go Dan Go!

And with that, I retire from running.

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It’s snowing out. I’m sure it’ll be fine.

It’s snowing out. I’m sure it’ll be fine.