I haven’t found any logical progression in grief. I don’t know what stage I’m in now. Is there a stage that feels like a normal walk through the living room interrupted by the staggering pain of stepping barefoot on a stray Lego? That’s the one I’m in. Small memories of…
Basically, dealing with my crazy runner brain is a lot like negotiating with my kids for “just 5 more minutes” at bedtime.
I’m proud of myself for giving my body some rest to fight the stupid germs. Every day I tried very hard to be pleasant to…
Graham Moore’s gave the best acceptance speech at the 2015 Oscars. His message was personal, authentic, beautiful…and clear.
He’s also incredibly supportive of my triathlon training, though the finer details of swimming and running don’t interest him. (This I forget.)

I’m Alex, the creator and author behind this blog. I’m a wonderer.