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best laid plans

May 21, 2010

I’m training for my first half marathon. Or, rather, I’m supposed to be training for my first half marathon. What I’m actually doing is lying on the couch, where I dragged myself this morning from the bed, trying not to stand up too fast lest I get dizzy and fall on my face. It was [...]

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happy belated blogiversary to me

April 27, 2010

I missed my own blogiversary. This blog is now one-year old. Yay blog! I started badassdadblog on April 14, 2009. That first post was titled “stuff that’s hard,” and in the 12 months since, I think I’ve done my share of that sort of stuff. I’m not sure a full recap of the last year [...]

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why i run

March 16, 2010

I run for me. To be healthy. To feel better. To look better. To live longer. To be able to eat and drink more of what I want and still be fit. I run because both my grandfathers and my father had heart attacks before they turned 60. To paraphrase Christopher McDougall in Born To Run paraphrasing [...]

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words, music, and running

March 13, 2010

Lately I’ve been talking a lot about running. Talking, writing, chatting, emailing, tweeting, and conversing about running. If you missed the memo, I’ve been running for the last few months. By my previous standards, which were not running ever, at all, except after my kids to prevent certain death, I’ve been running a lot. For [...]

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how i became an overnight expert on sports bras for well-endowed women

February 23, 2010

This is sort of a guest post by … well … me. I wrote this a couple weeks ago over at a group blog that’s still in development. Since that’s not available yet for viewing (though it will be awesome once it is!) I figured I’d bring this over here to share with ya’ll. Hope [...]

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fear

January 28, 2010

For the first time today, I really missed my old job. I got an email from a friend and former coworker about her visit to the office where we used to work, to have lunch with people we used to work with. Reading her note, the pang of remorse I felt came as a complete [...]