Why Women Can’t Lighten Up
Disclaimer: I wrote this last January but wanted to give it time to cool off, to get some distance from it, which deserves reflection and commentary in its own right. But please know that I did not...
View ArticleTales from Safari: Ain’t no shame in my game [walk]
Before sunrise, a man called through our tent with a “good morning” light enough not to capitalize or punctuate with an exclamation mark. His was the most polite wake up call you’d ever heard, as he...
View ArticleTales from Safari: Searching for a port in an actual, real-life, torrential...
Apollo loaded the four of us into a riverboat the same size as a short bus, with a quiet, round man at the motor in the back. Apollo stood at the helm, facing us, and told us to keep our arms and legs...
View ArticleTales from Safari: When ignoring mythical heroes
Laura and Andy are archetypal British characters, but I swear I didn’t make them up. They exist in real life. They are tidy and proper, with amusing highbrow accents that had me laughing with delight...
View ArticleTales from Safari: It’s hot out here for a wimp
I’m currently sitting at an outdoor desk, carved of wood by on-site carpenters. It’s ornate but functional, the kind of desk that begs you to start your goddamn novel. To have great ideas, powered by...
View ArticleThat Selection Sunday Feeling
Do you hear that? The mellifluous notes your heart plays on loop until some no-name sophomore from Wofford drains a last second three over your team’s senior captain (possibly playing through an...
View ArticleOpen wide: a traveler’s guide to actually seeing the world
If your idea of international travel is all-inclusive, speaks fluent English, and involves limited interaction with people browner than you. If you are impatient. If you can’t handle uncertainty or...
View ArticleWhat to Do When Your Dad Asks for Snapchat Advice
This past weekend, I got the text message we all dread from our parents. We know it’s coming someday, and we think we’ll be ready when the bad news arrives. But how can anyone prepare for something so...
View ArticleDinner with a Kosher, Vegan, Celiac with Peanut Allergies
The Invite Oh, Mary, that’s just lovely. Of course I’d like to come for dinner tonight. We had such a wonderful time this weekend at the farmer’s market. It got a bit warm, though, didn’t it? When I...
View ArticleStroking My Genius
I used to romanticize the process of art creation, assuming that great words would just fall out of my head in perfect sequence. Assuming that every single one of my thoughts and sentences should touch...
View ArticleGronk, Sports Media, Women, and Just Knowing Better In General
This just in. A male friend emailed me to ask my thoughts on the whole Gronk lap dance with Julie Stewart-Binks. The Question: Do you blame Gronk for that lap dance? If so, did you get to see the full...
View ArticleLike An Old Married Couple
Our first full day at the beach in Dar, we wake up early. The sun is bright, the breakfast is hearty and fresh – eggs, pineapple, watermelon, papaya, toast, yogurt, and muesli – and then we’re on the...
View ArticleTalk Spanish, White Girl
Can anyone explain why I just went into a Mexican restaurant and spoke English to their servers, who not only were Latino, but were speaking to each other in Spanish? Can anyone explain why I blushed...
View ArticleMarine Corps Marathon 2014: Not Great, Not Terrible
In January, I ran 30 miles in the morning and then played in an 11v11 soccer game that afternoon, on knee-knocking turf, in 30-degree windchill. The next day, I added another 12 miles. My quads were...
View ArticleToday, I Hate My Face
Today, I hate my face. The shapes and colors are all in the wrong places. Like a toddler abandoned his booger-coated toy for daddy’s glamorous iPad, leaving the stars and triangles and cylinders on the...
View ArticleDon’t Say It If You Don’t Mean It: I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN
I can’t sleep anymore this morning, both because it’s after 6am and because I have this little blip of nervous energy that won’t let me rest. Ordinarily, I would go for a run, but today it is pouring....
View ArticleWE DID IT! 100 Mothercussing Miles (Lake Martin 100, Part 4/4)
When I check in at the last aid station, I have seven miles to go. Let me make this unmistakably clear: I hate every single one of them. I feel muscle pain basically everywhere. My lower back, my...
View ArticleWild Animals, Plants, and Hallucinations: This is 100 Miles at Sunrise (Lake...
Cut to mile 83. I check in at the Heaven Hill aid station, where a red-headed guy with a beard greets me with such contagious enthusiasm that my droopy eyes perk up. I’m tired enough to believe he is...
View ArticleIs This What Owls Feel Like? Running 100 Miles GETS REAL. (Lake Martin 100,...
Cut to me at mile 50. It’s 7:02 P.M. The sun has already put on its pajamas and gone to bed. It’s dark and getting darker, and the course is getting lonelier by the minute. Already, more than half...
View ArticleLike Walking in Space: Eating at Wendy’s After Running 100 Miles (Lake Martin...
By now you already know that I finished. So let’s cut to me, folded in half, leaning on a railing inside a Wendy’s in Alexander City, Alabama. I have been awake since 4:37 A.M. yesterday when a crack...
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