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…
Treadmill, oh how I loathe thee. My sister has trained for whole marathons on a treadmill. I have no idea how. 4 minutes into a…
23, that’s it. It wasn’t going to get any warmer today. The coach declared today a bike day and the trainer was waiting. It takes…
The 5:10 alarm was unwelcome this morning. The bed was warm and cozy and begging me to stay. The grinding sound of the salt trucks…

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