Laundry: the bane of every mama's existence. And for a runmama, especially a dedicated one, there is even more of it. Every run equals another heap of sweaty, stinky tees, tights, and unmentionables. This is actually a good sign...
Monthly Archives: April 2010
Dipsea, You Hurt My Hipsea!
...and my kneeseas, and my backsea, and my buttsea, and... As I picked up this month's issue of Runner's World Magazine from my garage floor last night I felt a year-old twinge when I saw the cover blurb blocked out in bright yellow: "Must. Run. Dipsea! The Epic Appeal of America's Most Glorious Race.
When All the Balls Fall
So I'm standing on a chair. I got out the ribbon I needed to wrap my daughter's birthday present from the cupboard above the fridge, but now I have a small problem. I can't get down.
