One year and three apartments later

Just over one year ago I was training for a marathon, eating lots of peanut butter, taking pictures of my feet and trying to figure out how to fit everything I owned in my little silver car. Today, I’m training for a marathon, eating lots of peanut butter, taking pictures of my feet and recently…

After 19 miles by foot

And I’ve reached that point in marathon training where each week requires a multi-hour adventure and more than 36 hours of vast quantities of food consumption.    

Sneakers, sort-of pink, sort-of torn and on their final journey

Saying goodbye is always difficult. To your parents when it’s time to go back to school (although the excitement may eclipse that), to your coworkers when you get a new job (there has to be one you’ll be sad not to see), to your roommate who loved to “share” clothes, food, beds… Well, okay. But saying…

Sandy Island by Foot

  On Sandy, these feet are in constant motion.  From running over rooted trails – where almost every root has a bloody knee story – to judging a bocci tournament – although that may not seem like a physical activity, competition gets heated and this foot is required to measure some distances in order to…

Instant Friends, Just Add Water

“Time for the big splash contest!” my mom called loudly across the pool area. Despite the splashing and the yelling, the shouts of victory from the badminton court, the searing sounds from the grill and the animated conversations everyone seemed to pull to attention at these six simple words. Big splash meant business.   Within…

A return to basics, or at least an attempt

Bananas. What to do about the bananas was the question, because if I knew one thing, they had to go. Okay. To start at the beginning we had an infestation of fruit flies. Not that fruit flies are anything I’m not accustomed to – ask anyone who ever had a locker next to mine in…

The more miles, the merrier

“And I’ll have a chocolate brownie sundae as well please,” I said to the woman behind the cash register at Ithaca’s best known ice cream parlor, Purity. “Three in a row, wow, are you three ice cream buddies” the woman asked as my receipt was printing. “Sort of,” I laughed, as a smile spread across my…

A desert of desserts

“What’s the dessert for dinner?” One of the servers asked me as I stood behind the counter prepping garden salads. “Umm…” I looked left and saw that we were running low on chocolate chip cookies, probably only 25 left and we had just served whoopie pies for lunch so those were out. I glanced right…

Monday is the New Friday

My eyes opened in a flash. Not like they had the previous four days when I dragged myself out of bed, while wanting nothing more then to curl up, snuggle back into my blankets and pretend I had nothing to do but dream. But not today. Today was Monday after all, the last day before…