I’m not Brittany, and I’m not Christina. I’ve run marathons, half marathons, countless other races. I’ve ridden up the demanding hills of Horseshoe Bay on my bike, and twice in one day up Jericho. I can climb the Grouse Grind in a respectable 55 minutes. And I thought, as scary as the prospect is (just …
First they called me fat and now they’re telling me I might have an old crawdad for a placenta. Seriously, what gives? I thought placentas were scary before, but that’s just freak nasty! Okay, maybe she didn’t actually say crawdad, but the vacation relief endocrinologist at the diabetes in pregnancy clinic yesterday did warn me …
I had an absolutely fantastic day yesterday. I didn’t run a super fast race, didn’t get a lingering hug from Andy Schleck, didn’t become a chemistry genius, or get a solid night sleep – all of which would have been pretty darn spectacular – but I did get something that was absolutely out of this …
Back in the day, I used to be real good at winning things: an ugly bike helmet, a jar full of vintage buttons, concert tickets, a year’s supply of natural energy drinks – you name it, I could win it. But as the years progressed, my winning streak fizzled. Until yesterday. When I got up …
To all the teenage girls out there who are absolutely positive a belly-button piercing will elevate their level of hotness, this is my PSA to you: if you have no qualms with developing a majorly deformed belly button later on in life go for it, but if that doesn’t appeal to you, I’d advise you …
