Hi. I’m a 32-year-old running person with pretty toenails, a box of wine, and the need to tell you about my life.
As recent events have shown me that my true calling in life is to kill mice in sometimes horrifying ways, this picture essentially shows me as I am 90 percent of the time–standing in the sunshine with a bloody rodent carcass and also the Directors’ Cut of Field of Dreams.
I run all sorts of races, from marathons to ultramarathons (…so…two sorts of races). And 10Ks, but only if you get me drunk and whisper sweet, soothing nothings to me first. So running has slowly taken over large chunks of my life. And now through my blog it will take over chunks of YOUR LIFE TOO AHAHAHAHAHA. I like peanut butter, baking, reading the New Yorker, repeatedly falling off the vegan wagon, fast men, bourbon, judging your music tastes, and the way you look in those jeans.