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This Year I Will

A 2013 that Doesn’t Suck (at All!)

It’s that time of year. The gym is jam-packed and your Facebook stream is clogged with manic resolution-making fiends. That’s fiends, not friends. Although they’re probably your friends, too, and otherwise normal. I resist the resolution-making frenzy, probably in the same way I unplug from Thanksgiving (“traditionally,” we do a day hike, and eat PB&J […]

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I love to fight

I Love to Fight

You knew this. I knew this. But periodically I’m reminded. Last night I went 4 rounds (at the end of my workout, I must add, because I’m vain. Also a masochist.) with a good friend and freaking awesome sparring partner at my boxing gym. Sinclair is a phenomenal peer coach; he’s forever smiling and goofing […]

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It Will Be Enough

There are days when you train really hard. You put in so much effort, you sweat and sprint and throw and suck for air. You push yourself through the last rounds, then the ab work and the slow stretches intended to keep your muscles from cramping on the long drive home from the gym. Or […]

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Sparring with Ryan

Give Heat to Get Heat

After one of my trainers told me to take the week off (except for running a few miles), I came into sparring on Friday night and felt incredibly rested and strong. I did rounds with everyone on the team, but had some especially interesting rounds with Ryan, who is notable partly because he is one […]

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Joy to share

Take a moment out of your day for this guy. It gives me so many smiles to watch him dance his simple (kinda goofy) dance all over the world. I love seeing the interaction he attracts and the impromptu micro-communities he joins or creates. If I saw him, I would totally get out and dance […]

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Easter!!

Easter!!

Yesterday we dyed our eggs and this morning at 7:15 am we released the screaming hordes into our chilly Easter backyard to hunt down 39 eggs. They were stuck to the side of the house, hanging from trees, camouflaged in the gravel or garden, and (a couple) in plain sight. I hope we didn’t wake […]

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Signs of Maturation

This morning the Maker took a bath in my bathroom. Normally this means that not only do I have to harry him to get clean in a reasonably conservative fashion (“Get your hair wet.” “Wash your feet.” “Turn off the water.” “Have you washed your feet?” “Rinse your hair.” “Honey, stop letting the water out […]

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