Miscellania from Pennsylvania

My biggest anxiety has been made manifest: I will soon move the blog to its new home... and I have absolutely nothing to say. Me, the woman who thinks in status updates. The woman who writes in her head while running and driving and eating and mothering on autopilot and falling asleep at night. This is the woman with nothing to say.

I could tell you that I was hugely pissed at today's run--incredulous that I could run 14 miles at an 8:00-pace a month ago but barely eeked out 12 at an 8:50 this morning. What gives?


I could tell you that I got my trail shoes and my 2-liter hydration pack and that they are both the same shade of teal, which will make me look like the dorkiest neophyte in the outback, a Miami Vice trail runner trying to make teal the new khaki. All of Australia's Northern... [via The Marathon Mama]