Wednesday, April 30, 2014

New Jersey Marathon Race Report!

The gold star in the middle spins around!
Cause and effect.  It is the law of physics that says that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. It is the one that says that I now have to be at least 500 feet away from Kevin Costner because SOMEONE decided that FedExing myself to his house was “too intrusive” and “an invasion of privacy”. (I mean, I wasn’t going to do anything bad, just maybe some snuggles and watching him sleep!?!?)  Unfortunately, that is also the one that says that if you don’t train for a marathon like you’re supposed to, you’re not going to have a good race on race day.  Well, I didn’t train like I was supposed to, and my race day was TOUGH:

Time: 3:30:36 (Garmin distance was 26.6 because there were a billion turns)
Pace: 8:02
Place: 1866/2114 (This is somewhat confusing as a guy w/ a 4:08 got 1603rd and a girl with a 6:17 got 1604th, emailed Race Director to confirm)
AG Pace: 143/163 (Again, seems very suspect)


Like I said in my last post, the lead up to this race wasn’t ideal. At all.  For various reasons, (new job, new house, among a few others) I was running essentially half the miles that I should be running for the build up to a key marathon.



The New Jersey Marathon is billed as a super flat course with traditionally good weather that is a frequent Boston Qualifier attempt.  I had originally signed up thinking that it would be a good race to take a crack at a sub 3, but I knew that would be very difficult by mid Feb when I started my new job and laughed uncontrollably and peed my pants a little bit in late March whenever anyone asked me about my goals for the race.

But, undertrained or not, I refused to not start (DNS) the race. I had done that a few weeks before at the Tobacco Road marathon and wasn’t going to do it to a trip that I had already planned. So, I packed up my woefully underused running clothes and headed to the east coast… where they call pop “soda”, everyone stays up later than I could dream of, and jaywalking in front of a taxi while drinking a Starbucks and taking a selfie hashtag “ChillingWithMyBesties” is not only normal, it is encouraged!!!  Wait, I think that last one is true…..right??

Since I was all out of spray tanner I knew some people in NYC, I stayed there before/after the race instead of actually in New Jersey.  I’m sure that NJ had lots of fun things to see, but NYC just had more.  Seriously, NJ. It isn’t you, it is me. I know that everyone says that you have a “good personality” and “are a sweetheart”, but NYC called and whispered things into my ear that we could do that I’m pretty sure are illegal in 38 states – and I just couldn’t pass it up.

Anyway, before I knew it, I was on a 5hr plane ride blowing my nose every 5 minutes and wondering if the airplane pressure was going to explode my head.  I had a cold - kind of a bad cold. Something that is more than important to mention in this race report.


NYC visiting!
Regardless of my cold or my poor training, I wasn't about to waste a trip to NYC or completely ruin my chances at a good race before I even started. So, I kept the sightseeing and walking pretty low key the day before the race, only checking out the 9/11 memorial and Wall Street.  I had been to both 10 or so years go, but I had never seen the finished memorial nor the new One World Trade building.

I went with Layla who each shared our own "where were when" stories. I was eating Froot Loops in my college apartment watching the Today Show. They cut in live and I watched the 2nd plane hit in real time.

The memorial

Looking up through the only tree to survive the bombing at the new building.  Essentially I'm an artist now.

After plenty of walking for the day before a marathon and more than enough FRANTIC searching for a public bathroom (churches, coffee shops, etc all were targets), I made the call to head back to the hotel and rest before the big day.

Race Day!
I slept good enough the night before all things considered but woke up with a super tight chest and a light cough. Not exactly the feeling that you'd like to have just before you're set to run a marathon under trained.

Either way, the race coordinated a double decker metro train from Penn Station in NYC to the race start that was essentially the best thing ever. An exciting cab ride to Penn Station including cops rolling up on a bunch of kids in Times Square (at 4am) only to have them SPRINTING away and a quick train ride, and we were at the start.

Get your game face on. It is time to go to Jersey.

The start of the race was at a horse racing track which not only offered plenty of warm places to stay, but also the smell of hopes and dreams being wasted "on the ponies".  It also offered the chance to meet up with two internet buddies!

Hollie Fueled by LOLZ and I before her half marathon!

Amelia @ Entirely Amelia and I before both of our marathons!


Sunscreen pic because cancer is bad, mmm kayyy?
Hmmm, lots of duck-face selfies in this race report....

Anyway, you know the pre-race drill. Pin on bib, wait wait poop poop poop, line up, sing song, fire gun, run.

Mile 1-6.5: My goodness I love running in races! Yes!!!  Everyone clap for MEEEE!!!
Do you remember that post that I wrote a few days ago on how to run a marathon when you are under trained? Yeah, I think we all saw THIS coming... Didn't follow it at all. :( When I should have been running 7:30s, I was running closer to 7:15 with even a few 7:10s thrown in for good measure. While I was running, I said to myself out loud: "This is a terrible idea, I should really slow down", but I was feeling good and chugging along, so I decided to roll with it.

The course for the first few miles was really pretty.  It wound through a residential area with somewhat minimal spectators, but with a few homeowners out cheering us along. What I didn't know at the time was that it also mostly guarded us from the wind that was lurking around a number of the corners.

Mile 6.5-13.1: What the hell am I doing following this pace group?! 
I went through the half in 1:35:55 or around a 7:17ish pace. That is 3:12 marathon pace. Sitting down and writing this on my computer screen seems like one of those times where you tell people about how the time the dog bit you on the crotch. The story starts out with spilling bacon grease on your pants, followed by forgetting to feed the dog.... everyone you tell the story to knows that the next part of the story is that Fido chomps down on your baby maker.... but while you were trying to soak up the bacon grease with his favorite chew toy you just didn't realize what you were setting yourself up for.

Anyway, my thought process at the time was that the 3:10 pace group was big and was able to block me from the ever increasing wind.  I'd tuck behind a few of them and the running felt so much easier.  Surely, this would make up for the fact that I was mostly clocking in 7:10 miles at this point.  Right?!?!  Wrong, VERY wrong.


Mile 13.1-20: Oh crap, I really should have been drinking more water.
I still felt pretty good at the half, though the wind was starting to get annoying.  My pace dropped to 7:20ish per mile 13-15, but all seemed to be going to plan.  The only issue was that my chest was starting to get tight and every time I tried to take a deep breath I would cough.  Not fun.

The other facepalm moment while I was running was when I realized that I had only drank 20oz of water by mile 15. I always run with a water bottle of some sort because drinking out of a cup of water while running seems to me like what waterboarding would feel like. Normally over the course of a marathon I’ll drink a pretty easily distributed 80 oz of water or so.  Not so for this one. I had probably drank an oz per mile – not NEARLY enough. So, around mile 17 I walked through an aid station and refilled it, which lead to coughing, which sort of started the pain spiral.

Mile 20-26.2:  **cough cough** Where did this wind come from, the depths of hell? **cough cough** 
By mile 20, my legs felt like they had ran maybe 23 miles (but not trashed), but my lungs were burning and I was drinking water like a college student on Saturday morning. Essentially the next 6 miles were a mixture of 9 and 10 minute miles. At first it was “walk through the aid stations” which were every mile on the half mile.  Then it was “walk every 5 min”.  After that, I went into that dark space that we sometimes go to where you try to bribe your way out of the situation “seriously, if I could just run I’d totally give up beer for a month!”  Thankfully, I did NOT continue to run because I think we both know that the beer wager was a bit more than I had in my coffers to give.

You don’t run the second half of the marathon 18 minutes slower than the first without walking a LOT of the race, and that is exactly what I did.

Oh sure you can take my pic.... 
[under breath] No way I'm buying THESE after that race...


After I finished, I grabbed my check bag and started on the “0.7 mile walk” to the train station.  My lungs hurt so bad, but my legs felt like I had ran a hard 20miler. Bummer.  Anyway, I’m thinking the walk was closer to 1.5 miles which meant that Layla and I ended up running the last 0.5 miles to catch the train – else we would have had to wait an additional hour.  So, essentially what I am saying is that I ran an Ultra Marathon.  I’m not saying I’m a bad ass, but I’m just throwing that Ultra Marathon title out there. Epic.

Shortly after this pic was taken, some NYC fancy pants said "Ugh, tourists" as she walked by.  Nevermind that it was in front of a hotel.... in times square.... and I was wearing running shorts.... Haters gotta hate

Of course, after PLENTY of pissing and moaning about the race result, I hitched up my big girl pants and bitched just a little bit more. But after THAT complaining session, I changed and we headed out to check out what NYC had to offer.  The next 1.5 days were spent visiting Rockefeller Center, Central Park, and the MET, among a few other smaller things.  (Read: I'm going to dump a bunch of pics here because I want to be done)

Top of the rock! (Rockefeller Center)

Times Square at night. No prostitutes or drug dealers in sight :(

Citi-Bike selfie for the win!!! (Recall my NYC Marathon citi-bike selfie)

Central park in the spring. Pretty sure this can't be beat

Check it out!!!!
He has an awesome coat-rack hook on his crotch to store his coat when he is in the suit of armor!

This is what $50+ million worth of painting looks like. Appreciating art is hard.

I'm not saying that I'm good at art, but... well...

So good at art


Post Race thoughts:
I really had a fun time running the marathon. But, I would be lying if I said that I was happy with my result. Suffice to say that this race has lit a bit of a fire under my ass (just like the herpies did).  Quite frankly, I’m tired of running races that are over a minute per mile slower than my PR. I ran a 1:24 half marathon in January, so I know that I have speed lurking in my legs, I just need to put in the time on the roads to make sure that they still have anything left at mile 20.

So, while my schedule and new job makes things a bit interesting, I should be able to do a bit more now that things have calmed down a bit. I WANT to do more. A few more long runs here, a little bit of cross training there, should hopefully be the catalyst that I need to get over the hump.

Honestly, I've said that before, but hopefully this time I can make it stick!

Friday, April 25, 2014

Undertrained marathon tips

So, I’m running a marathon this weekend.  Oops.

To say that I am a little undertrained for this marathon would be sort of like saying that the troops at the Alamo were a “little bit” overmatched.  Although, similar to the Alamo, there will be yelling, pain, and maybe a little bit of poop in paints.  But alas, there will be no folksy songs or battle cries for me…. This shit is going to hurt.

Coming to terms with being under trained for yet another marathon (Boston, New York being the last two) is an interesting process.  Of course, there are lots of emergency EPO doping “should haves” and “would haves”, but the reality is that I’m not going to have my best day possible. Frankly, that is just fine. I’ll finish the race, and the decisions that I made to not go all out with training were the right ones.  I do have a pretty solid plan for getting back on track…. So I’m going to treat this one a bit like a long run to get me back into the flow.

Of course, the introspective person in me (he normally comes out after 3 glasses of wine, quickly replaced by the “amazing joke teller / singer” in me after 4 glasses) wonders how many sub-par races I can have in a row before sub par is actually par?  If orange is the new black, maybe 3:20 is the new 3:00?



Never the less, here are a few tips if you find yourself in a similar situation of being tragically undertrained but are still stupid enough stubborn enough to continue with the race:

Set a good Pace: Yes, I know this one is a no brainer. Yes, I know that it is often the hardest. Yes, I know that you will probably ignore this tip anyway.  You see, the issue with being under trained is that you ARE a LITTLE trained.  So, you can run half the distance at your old goal pace no problem at all. Hell, it might even feel good!! But, the weight of the miles and speed will catch up with you like taco bell during an all day conference call.  (In both cases, shit is going to hit the fan.) My advice is to start out at long run pace and assess every quarter of the race distance - or, start at the next race pace up. E.g., running a 10k? start at half marathon pace.  For the marathon, I’ll do a little self check every time I eat a gel or every 6 miles…. still feeling good? Maybe think about picking it up. Either way, if you run your old goal pace before half way, you’re asking for the walk of shame.

Honesty: Sure it is, Mr Clinton... Sure it is.


Be honest with yourself: If lately your idea of marathon training is watching the entire 2nd season of House of Cards, then you had best adjust your goals.  Telling yourself that you're not in PR shape is one of the most important steps to following all of the others.  What is done (or probably not done) is in the past.

Have a plan: Just because you’re not running all out, doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t have a plan. You don’t have to have mile by mile splits, but running by feel will be hard with inconsistent training. With consistency and regularity comes familiarity – and you’re not really familiar with what “hard” should feel like and you certainly don't know what your specific goal pace feels like.  Here is when a bit of race simulation during a mid week run helps.  If you are struggling at your goal pace after 30 min, it shouldn't be your goal pace.

I am getting so much mileage out of this pic...
Tell everyone that your relatively slow time was because of how under trained you are:  Let’s face it, your ego is fragile enough the way it is. Not only should you be telling everyone at the starting line that you’re ”going to easy run this one” you should most certainly post a blog post about it as well.

Have fun: Kidding aside, races where you are unprepared really are the best times to have some fun.  You can ham it up with all of the people who are serious, wear a stupid hat, or maybe even find a random stranger and help them to a PR.

So, whether I follow those tips or not, I keep reminding myself that there WILL be other races…. But I had better get my butt in gear and log some miles!  There are only so many of these “woe is me, I’m under trained” blog posts I can write!

Any other tips for anyone that finds this post via the google machine??  I mean, you could just train, but then you wouldn't get to have amazing race pictures like this!!!


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

The TMI Blog Survey - Too much about little old me

Oh 1990s...
Do you remember the late 90s?  I know I do.  I was the one trying to convince everyone that Ace of Base were still REALLY cool and working in the fax machine noise into as many jokes as I could.  The other thing that I was doing? Filling out email surveys.  Man, I loved those things.  Rather, I loved reading them from other people.

As such, when I saw that Blake tagged me I immediately stopped creating another mix tape to listen to and started to fill it out!





1. What are you wearing?
Wouldn’t you love to know, PERV.

2. Ever been in love?
Yes. In fact, I’m loving all 12oz of this beer bottle right now. (Edit: I started this while at home, finishing while eating my lunch at work)

3. Ever had a terrible breakup?
If all breakups aren’t at least a bit terrible either you’re 1) extremely flaky / noncommittal or 2) lying to yourself 3) completely narcissistic

4. How tall are you?
Look, I know what you’re getting at. There have been MANY studies showing how height doesn’t correlate to the size of “that”. But, since I see you’re not going to give it up – it depends on who is asking, but I’m 5’9”.

5. How much do you weigh? 
Anywhere between 145-150. But, it fluxes a LOT. I’ve been known to drop 5-6 pounds after a long run and hold on to an extra 3-4 when I eat too much cheese.  Having weighed 195, I take very drastic action when I get above 155.

6. Any tattoos?
Nope. Not really my thing. Less because I’m opposed (my brother has a lot of very cool ones) and more because I’m not sure what I’d get. Just think to yourself… There was a time when tramp stamps were REALLY popular.

7. Any piercings?
This survey is really getting into my underwear drawer, isn’t it? Lets just say I wouldn’t make it through the metal detector without going to the bathroom to take care of a few things first. I had my ear pierced in high school / college. I regret that you can still see the hole in my ear. People with those BIG holes are likely going to feel the same. :(

8. Favorite song?
This is probably an all time fav.


But I will admit that I love singing this one too:

9. Quality you look for in a partner?
Proximity to my house is a plus, able to run a similar running pace, easy to talk to…. Wait, this meant running partner right? Good heavens I’m glad I know Ryan and Jeff.  Wait, I have two people that I’d like to consider my partner. Does that make me a whore?!  If that makes me a whore than I’m going to buy myself some clear heels and a stripper pole!  KIDDING!!!  I already have both.

10. Favorite quote?

  • If you always do what you’ve always done then you’ll always get what you’ve always got.
  • Home is not a place but who you’re with.
  • (Adam's cliff notes: get out there and get it done. You might fail, but that is fine. Try until you succeed) It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. - Teddy Roosevelt
  • Goals you don't pursue aren't goals, they're dreams, and dreams only make you happy when you're dreaming.


11. Favorite actor?
That one guy in the thing who was all “oh MANNNN” and I was like LOLOLOL and he was like “dude I’m the best” and I’m all, I know!!!!

12. Loud music or soft?
I want to say loud, I REALLY REALLY do… But soft. Unless it has a good beat that I can twerk to.  In that case, crank it to 11!!  (to kids still say crank it to 11?)

13. Where do you go when you’re sad?
I get very quiet and resent people for not realizing I’m sad and cheering me up.  LIKE EVERYONE DOES.

14. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
It seems to be getting longer and longer. Without my son to also get ready, maybe 30 min if I have to. I like to take 45 min which includes a cup of coffee. With my son…. 4 hours?

15. Ever been in a physical fight?
I’m a lover, not a fighter. Unless you want to fight, then I’m a runner.

16. Turn ons?
Paying bills on time, laughing at my jokes, telling crappy jokes that remind me of a better joke that I can then tell which you laugh at (because of my superior joke telling ability)

17. Turn offs?
Swearing, telling me you like to discuss geopolitical issues at length, clutter, not laughing at my obviously hilarious jokes

18. Fears?
Dying alone. (I like to get some serious answers in there to keep you on your toes)

19. Last thing that made you cry?
Meb winning the Boston Marathon and tearing up when he teared up and screamed in excitement….because I’m a little girl.

20. Last time you said you loved someone?
Yesterday to my son.

21. Meaning behind your YouTube name?
Well, I have two… AdamRISU and TheBoringRunner. AdamRISU is my name (Adam) my last name initial (R) and ISU is for my alma mater – Iowa State Univ.  The Boring Runner is a play on how boring our sport really is… At the heart of it, we’re just falling forward one foot at a time… over… and over… and over again…  Hell, even the “exciting” part of our sport (track) is like NASCAR without the advertising.

22. The relationship between you and the last person you texted?
Hmmm, as I type this it is my son’s nanny. I expect that is not what this question was meant to address….  Either way, my son is very sleepy but still doling out the zerberts (putting your mouth on someone’s arm / cheek / neck and blowing thus making a farting noise).

23. Favorite food?
Beer. Is beer a food? Or maybe wine?  Wait, that makes me sound bad.  Uhhhh, steak.  Steak is my favorite food…along with a great red wine…mmmmm wine... wait...shit.

24. Place you want to visit?
The best 26.2 miles of every single state.

25. Do you have a crush?
My new fridge makes crushed ice?  If that ever breaks, I hope that Kara Goucher can deliver me ice.

26. Last time you kissed someone?
Well, I mentioned the zerberts my son gives out…. So, I guess those count.

27. Last time you were insulted?
I’m not sure that grown adults insult each other to their face very often, do they? Either way, I can think of one example and I’m not telling. [insert zerbert noise here]

28. Favorite piece of jewelry?
I have a watch that I bought when I got promoted a few times back about 5 years ago. It is a symbol of a lot of hard work.


Soooo, you’re supposed to tag other people to fill this out when you’re done.  Yeah, I don’t do that.  So, if you want to fill this out, you should.  If you don’t want to, probably best not to.  However, let me know if you do! I’d love to read it.


Thursday, April 17, 2014

365 days since Boston

A year is a relatively long period of time. Dynasties have risen to great power and collapsed under their own weight and self-importance in less time. My son has gone from a 30 word vocabulary of mostly sweet and adorable words to a seemingly endless string of random observations and various forms of “no”. Indeed, I have changed too. Like I said in my last post, new job, new  house, new face on the “N Sync Mt Rushmore” tattoo I have on my butt… hooray Joey Fatone!!!, and even a greater perspective on my running.

After the bombings at the Boston marathon 365 days ago (my report here), I might argue that running changed too. Whether clear check bags, actually validating bib numbers on shuttle buses, or tight security on the course, the physical changes at large races are very obvious. Less obvious are the changes in people’s attitudes – both runners and not.  The police “disabled” (read: blew up) a suspicious package at the finish line after a mentally disturbed man claimed he had a bomb in his backpack – an event that made national news for two days.

Change isn’t all bad though, it is just different. The change created visibility to the sport that it didn’t have before – regardless of what we might think in our runner centric bubble. As an example, I met one of my 70+ year old neighbor for the first time last night. Her Boston accent was so strong that I could have sworn I saw chowda coming out of her ears. What was she wearing? A Boston Strong T-Shirt. I can almost guarantee that she couldn’t have told me that the marathon was on April 15th last year… but this year she was telling me all about “that cute little blond girl with the Irish name” (Shalane Flanagan).



The good thing is that life goes on. Just like all tragedies, you never forget, but you don’t let it break you. 18 hours after the bombings, I was Sam Adams brewery 10ish miles away from the bombing site.  There was little I could do at the finish line and I wasn’t going to let anyone stop me from doing what I wanted to do.

In the past year, we’ve seen runners unite under the common cause of supporting each other by doing what they love – what we love. We’ve seen group runs raising money for victims or recovery efforts. We’ve even seen more than a few people grab that old pair of “yard work shoes” from the corner of the garage and see if they could run down to the end of the block without stopping….shortly followed by realizing how accomplished it made them feel.

Monday is the 118th Boston Marathon – 365 days after the last. I won’t be there, but I’ll be watching. Watching the runners, but focusing on the thousands of people who have made the event possible for longer than airplanes existed.  117 years of running thus far. Through the power and spirit of everyone, I’m sure it will go on for that many more.  No matter what happens on Monday.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Moving / Home ownership: The perpetual to-do list

The best laid schemes of mice and men, often go awry.

I had my entire spring laid out.  I was going to hit the running hard, pull back my work responsibilities slightly, solve world hunger, get back into a regular blogging cycle, and even spend some quality time with my son.  BUT..... then I got a new job.... and then I bought a house..... all while raising a 3 year old. It is like the hat trick of time commitments. 

So, in spite of my best efforts, the running was pulled back, I haven't been writing as much as I would like, and I haven't brewed any beer in like 2 months!  (Now THERE is a tragedy.) Gone was the planned consistency of my running and everything else. Instead time was focused on early meetings and proving to my mortgage lender why a $150 deposit to my savings account 4 months ago wasn't a cocaine deal and instead was just a normal deposit....from a cocaine deal.

My slice of the 30 year crippling debt american dream...
...and a crazy 3 year old


So, what have I been up to?  Mostly to-do lists.  Endless to-do lists. Each night I have a to-do list with anywhere between 6-10 things listed on it. This is actually my 3rd house I've owned, so I have the advantage and the curse of knowing exactly what I am getting myself into. 

In my 32 years, I've learned a few things.  Life is too short for bad coffee, bad wine (not to be confused with cheap wine which flows like the straits of gibraltar), and bland colors. As such, I had the house painted (oh, also: life is too short to slave away for weeks painting an entire house on your own) half a dozen different colors. They are shades of colors that I had painted before, but really brighten up the place while at the same time making it feel warm. 

Red in the kitchen

Green in my son's room

Dark brown both in the formal dining as well as the master bedroom

For nearly a week, I did nothing but pack and keep my son alive through regular feedings and reminders of "don't put that in there". The nice thing is that I don't have a lot of "stuff" so I could throw things into boxes somewhat haphazardly and hope for the best.

"Throw shit into boxes" also known as"The Adam Method of Packing"

After a week (which really means like 3 days) of packing and taking individual car loads of fragile stuff (wine, mostly) to the new house, a buddy Jeff and I moved everything else in 4 hours.  Well, I moved everything in 4 hours. Jeff headed out after 2.5 to get his nails done or something.

What followed was the normal ebb and flow of unpacking.  You start out with a bunch of boxes, have a beer or two while you think about where to put the boxes, unpack them into the center of the room, decide that you have wayyyyy too much crap, put that crap away (read: under the bed), and then unload even MORE boxes so that it is messier than it was when you started. 

Okay, so maybe that throw into boxes packing stuff backfired....

Okay, starting to make some progress

Damn it. More clutter. Seriously, WHERE do the boxes keep coming from!?

Welp, looks like unpacking is done!


Unfortunately, when the unpacking is done I had all of the normal “shake out the old people smell” items on my todo list.  I needed to hang the sex swing replace batteries in the EIGHT smoke detectors, refill my “glaucoma prescription” to test the smoke detectors, hang paintings, replace some lights, etc etc etc.  The list really goes on and on.

TWENTY dollars worth of batteries. TWENTY

You can take the boy out of the farm, but can't take the farm out of the boy


Home Depot.  My new home

My little handy helper

New overhead lights


Fortunately though, I do allow myself time to relax now and again.  I finally feel like I have enough stuff done that I can get back to a normal routine. I’m running with regular frequency, I actually watched a TV show last night, and…. Well, I’m writing this blog post, aren’t I?!?

Late, quite nights. Second only to early quiet mornings.

My view as I type this