Since life doesn't stop running for me, why should I stop running for life. Running, more running, and even more running with a bit of something called life thrown in. I love to run & everything track. I'm a middle distance runner turned hurdler who craves a bit of speed every so often. I finally found my way back competing in 2007 after being on a 7 year hiatus.
3/25/13: Impending spring snow won't stop buds from prevailing through
3/26/13: Equality track style (I don't usually do edits like this but this pic for the day needed/deserved it)
3/27/13: Not a pack rat (you can't be living in NYC) but there are some things I just can't seem to get rid of...
3/28/13: My good day and good mail (bottom right-seriously I LOVE handwritten notes with purchases and in general) had to go be ruined by the top piece of mail. Blah
3/29/13: 1st meet on Monday, goals need to be made. Yeah those 1st 2 columns are happening...I mean they were empty and I have no plans on racing anything over 800, so why not (yep I'm declaring that now so if you see me at a meet racing over that distance trip & push me off the track...no seriously, but just don't injure me)
3/30/13: Easter egg dying/decorating and hiding them for tomorrow's hunt for breakfast... done and done, because I'm just cool like that
3/31/13: For lunch I'll have some sugar washed down with sugar... Nutella milkshake with double chocolate walnut cookie...it sufficed for my fav bakery washout and Easter bunny fail