As I write to you, at this very moment, I am enjoying the view of the cozy cafe in Barnes and Nobles, properly pooped out from an exhausting morning of massages and shopping. Just a typical day in my life. This day comes to me, courtesy of my mother-in-law, who offered me a whole day…
me time
Why I Run
I am a runner. Wait…what’s that? What is that sound? Is that…stifled laughter? Perhaps you need to excuse yourself and grab a glass of water. Don’t laugh at me. So I don’t look like a typical runner. So my legs are short and stubby. So my upper half resembles Winnie-the-Pooh bear. So I could be…