me, zombie

so i went running. this morning. voluntarily. after breakfast.

afterward, i asked myself, "who are you, and what you done with my brain?"

happy accident

totally didn't mean to do this, but it happened.

meditations on the female body

the link below takes you to one of four deviations i posted tonight. three originate from a meditation on the most obvious of female identifiers & my personal experience with breast cancer biopsies. yeah, plural. & they sucked. the fourth comes of my anger, hurt, & frustration resulting from the horrifying ignorance about the human body, as proclaimed from the GOP mountaintops in the past two-ish weeks. & really, no pun intended.

dead, maybe.

when you first go to the page, it has a filter warning. you can still click & see the image. on 

the gallery & print pages, even though you see a [-] instead of an image, the file is still there.

me, running fail

my hamstrings are bitches.

me, cresting

every runner has her reasons why she does it. that *thing*, that exhilarating quality that calls to her soul and tells it to put its shoes on because it's time to head out the door.

my wake-up? it comes from the hills.

me, trying to run

college. oh, college.

me, running

today, for the first time in a long time, i went running. no big deal, a lot of people who decide to dig their five year old Nikes out of the closet could say the same. except for me, it's different.