So we’re just going to do this as a nice little listy list. I’ll try to get pictures of the gear I don’t have photos of, for those of you who are interested. There have been a few major overhauls, and then several weight based switch outs. Continue reading “Gear Updates and Changes, 800 Miles In”
I keep finding myself here: awake at three in the morning. Charlie is wedged in the crook of one elbow, Dylan to my right, Bandit licking at himself on the floor.
The side of my foot hurts. I trip a lot. Probably stepped on a rock the wrong way. That’s going to be annoying.
I don’t know why this is always where I end up. I guess it’s the Virgo or the Pastry Chef or the Mom in me that can’t stop running through the list of things to accomplish in so very, very little time.
I keep unclenching my jaw, though I don’t recall clenching it to begin with. My dentist would be disappointed.
My stomach hurts. Though that could be from the cake. I just had a birthday. I’m twenty-five now. Continue reading “Here We Are Again”