Tag: Amy
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Why I blog about running so much
Three reasons: 1. Amy: 2. Whitney: 3. Heather: I have gotten some criticism about writing too much about exercising, and I was told one of my posts even resembled an REI catalog (which it so did.) So I have been curbing the workout talk, but when I read the above posts, I am so full…
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Hope for the best, expect the news crews
Working at a newspaper made me paranoid. In the years I spent in the newsroom, I shared space with a police scanner. A police scanner that was always on (well, except for when someone would turn it down so they could watch the latest episode of the news or Lost or Elimidate …) And in…
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On training bras and doing whatever your friends tell you to do
It’s 1980-something and I’m in the back of mom’s station wagon, sitting on blue vinyl with my neighbor Lauren sitting across from me, and we’re on the way to school. Jenny and Kevin are in the car as well. Lauren says to me, “Why don’t you ask your mom if the tooth fairy is real?” It’s…
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I hope you have the time of your life …
These are good times, my friends. Good times. As I prepare to run the longest run of my entire life in 3 days, my job this week has been to relax and be stress-free. And you know what I’ve realized? It’s really not that difficult. There is a lot to be happy about. Whether I’m …
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Writing designing running hiking traveling – let’s just all move to New York City!
Time to update my bucket list. I wrote this a little more than a year ago. Here’s what the list was then, and how it’s going (items in green are in-progress or done!): 1. Write a novel. How it’s going: I have written the first draft of a novel. And I am working on the…
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Puking puppies, good referrals, happy home
Warning: This post contains mention of puppy puke. I don’t think it will bother you to read it, even if you have a weak stomach, but you have been warned! So, as I have mentioned before, my dogs are inside dogs but they have not been for very long. Everything is going great with them…
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One blink, and it’s 1983
Last night I dreamed I was 5 years old. I was at my parents’ old house on Silverwood Drive, the one with wood paneling walls and linoleum everywhere. My brother was a baby, sitting in his high chair, getting spoon-fed by my mom (ok, so he would have been nursing probably. My timing is off.…
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What’s wrong with drinking bath water, anyway?
Kids. I don’t have any. I don’t want any. But don’t say I don’t love them. I absolutely love them. I’ve spent the past few days babysitting for my nieces (ages 3 and 1) while Kevin and Jenn are on vacation in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico), and I have learned a few things about kids: =…
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This weather makes me want to write …
Ah, autumn. It’s that time of year again. The days get shorter, the leaves get colorful. There’s a bite in the air and the sun gets a little kinder. It’s bittersweet, welcoming the end of summer but knowing the cold is coming. It’s October, which means I better start narrowing down my story line for…
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Losing a friend, and then really losing a friend
It didn’t feel real to me when she died. It had been years since I had seen Anna, years since we had last spoken. Sadly, our last conversation had been a difficult one, and we had both ended up in tears. After that I had tried to put her and the high school drama behind me…