When to Call it Quits

November 30, 2017 - 10:19pm -- swingbug

So if it's been on the tip of your tongue to ask me how my 5k adventure went on Thanksgiving, you can save your breath. I got four weeks into my nine-week training program before I said, "Wow!" I hate this!" and quit.

Here's the thing. It's not just that it's hard (it is) or that it hurts (it does). Those things are true, but I can roll with that. What I wanted from it that I wasn't getting was more mental. 

Boarding Call

November 28, 2017 - 7:18pm -- swingbug

And I’m in the airport again, waiting for a delayed flight home, drinking a San Diego IPA and listening to “Santa Baby” in my earbuds. (Everclear does a good version, by the way.)

This the season, I guess.

As per usual, I blinked and we went from pumpkins to turkeys and now I’m scotch-taping Christmas lights to the edge of my desk. What happened to regular season, eh?

Head First

September 25, 2017 - 8:14pm -- swingbug

So we're two weeks into my 5k training program, Eddie and I. So far it hasn't killed me. (Can't speak for Eddie.)

I have a friend who is ridiculously excited about this whole thing on my behalf.  This woman willingly signs up for marathons and triathlons and I'm limping along trying to jog for two minutes at a stretch so Eddie doesn't suck my brains out of my ears. (He's discussed this potentiality with me.)

"Have you gotten runner's high yet?" she asks me.

18,000 Introverts in Cargo Shorts

July 17, 2017 - 5:58pm -- swingbug

I return from ESRI User Conference, alternately titled "18,000 Introverts in Cargo Shorts". But in a good way.

I get to go to this conference about once every other year. I learn a lot. It's exhausting. It's a pleasant change to not have to explain what I do to people using only little words.

And Today There Was Cake

May 9, 2017 - 9:49pm -- swingbug
Cake

I turned 39 on Sunday. The first present I got that day was a stomach flu. What do you get the girl who has everything, right?

My kid very sweetly wanted to make me scrambled eggs for breakfast, which I had to decline. My parents brought me a picnic lunch, which I promptly threw up, and my husband bought me a cake that I couldn't even look at.

For anyone who doesn't know me in the real world, when I am uninterested in cake, something has gone very wrong indeed.

Color Typing

April 5, 2017 - 8:07pm -- swingbug

So, some years ago I went to Stitches West, and I bought roving, as one does. It was purplish and a little sparkly and I spun it up into a skein of DK that I called Cloud City.

Now Arriving in Sunnydale

March 20, 2017 - 9:44pm -- swingbug

I came in the door tonight with a freshly arrived shipping box under my arm from which I triumphantly pulled my new Buffy the Vampire Slayer Board Game.

"Would anybody like to play a game with me tonight?" I ask hopefully.

"Sure," my husband says. Then he squints at the box cradled in my arms. "Wait... Is that a Buffy trivia game?"

"Nope."

"Then, yes, I'll play with you."

Meanwhile my ten-year-old son is flipping the box over.

New Jersey

March 4, 2017 - 3:55pm -- swingbug

Friday nights at the rink are my favorites. It's not a league night. There are no refs, no whistles, no score board. It's just a pickup game for whoever wants to show. 

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