You’ve happened upon the musings of a 40-ish lazy bum trapped in a back-of-the-pack runner’s body. I sign up for races with no idea why I would do that, and then run them, simultaneously loving and hating every moment of it. All of this is my husband’s fault, but don’t ask him. He’ll say it’s mine.

When I’m not suffering on the road or trails, you will find me playing alchemist in my home kitchen studio where I dye yarn for a living. I have one shockingly-patient husband and two horribly-behaved cats, all who make these relentless trips around the sun less banal.

I believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster, reinventing myself every day, kindness matters, and that the perfect cup of coffee is all I need to get by.

The world is better with you in it, and I am glad you’re here to share it with me.

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