On my recent trip to Ireland, I made a point of running barefoot on the river rock, flat stone and sand not only along the sea shore but IN the lakes and Atlantic Ocean… 313 more words
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Summer is hot in the South.
“Hot” isn’t even the word. “Miserable” is more like it, or “inhospitable for humans”, or “plague-level discomfort”. Something about the proximity to the Gulf of Mexico, the overabundance of trees and grass, and the jetstream blowing clouds and moisture in our direction causes the weather to do some truly remarkable things in the South, like making seventy-degree nights feel like the inside of a pressure cooker, and ninety-degree afternoons like the surface of the sun, if the surface of the sun was also bathed in a thick, damp mist. 860 more words
‘What’s the heel-drop on those shoes?’ Several people have asked me this since I started running in my new shoes a few weeks ago. Seriously? Is this what we’ve come to? 1,146 more words