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I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Over the weekend, I received over $600 in donations for the Tough Mudder’s Fight Against Blindness. I want to share the names of my new friends, who have so generously given.

As time is winding down more and more people are coming forward to support my cause, and I want to thank you all, right now, before I go and bonk my head and forget my own name. As kick off gets closer I am getting increasingly stoked to go play in the mud.  Of course, more and more people are encouraging me to get psychiatric help… but I think it’s too late to sign up for that.

To my friends who have been so generous to me:

  • Rebecca Vanslyke
  • Dusan Lazarov
  • Deirdre Whann
  • Lara Gund
  • Christine McManus
  • Jeremiah Shaw
  • Scott LeBlanc (and the Scabannah band!)
  • Jonathan Roberge


(PS: I know this is short, but it’s definitely sweet for me to say thank you again to everyone supporting me, praying for me, and laughing yourselves silly with me.  It’s almost time to get on the plane.)


Road Trip Tough Mudder Austin, TX  Last Gasp

I’ve met a lot of new people in the past couple of months. (If chatting you up on Facebook is meeting, otherwise it’s the same old crew and no one new.)  It’s also been a long time since I’ve posted about Tough Mudder in Austin.

There really hasn’t been anything to talk about.  Working out is grueling when you have to do it  yourself and you miss dinner, and you have to do 16 loads of laundry that consist of five items. (Dear god, how do socks get that smelly so quickly)

The whole fundraising thing continues to elude me.  I’ve created a site, and I’ve let people know about it.  I’m not one of those people who chase you down and insist you buy my girl scout cookies. I don’t think girl scouts belong in cookies. I think they belong in a white wine sauce over saffron rice.  That’s just me though.  I’m not chasing anyone down to contribute to my charity, either. Here’s a link to my initial blog post.  Do what you want to do.

It’s exactly 2 weeks until the big day.  I believe I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.  This is all about mental tenacity, and I have tenacity in spades.  What I do not have is a buddy to run around in the mud with me.  I have unsuccessfully attempted to lure, shame and bribe some people to join me, none of them are having it.  Most have suggested that I a) up my meds; b) reacquaint myself with a psychiatrist. Whatever. I’ll be the one having fun in the sun.  I even have a personal Facebook photographer. (Oh, you guys have no idea…)

I am having serious fashion stress over this, I must admit.  You see pictures on the Tough Mudder website, of buff young things in stretch pants and tank tops…and that is soooo….not me.  I want to be practical about this, I want to do this..right. I’m thinking boots and utes, and a short sleeve over long sleeve shirt. A bandana to keep the hair in such a state I will not have to shave my head later, and a couple of things stuffed in cargo pockets (that’s why they’re called cargo pockets by the way) for just in case. Goggles for jumping into the water, and a rag for wiping the crap off my face.

The more I think about this, the more amped I get. It can’t get here too soon. And I can’t wait to tell you all about it.

When I run I have a tendency to write in my head.  Most of my book reviews have started on a run (including this one) and have been smoothed, and folded and pressed into what I actually want to say later when I have a delete key handy.  In December we got 36 inches of snow and I observed that running outside was over until March.  Shortly after that we got another 24 inches, and then another 18, followed by one pitiful little 8 inch storm.  Pathetic really, but it did manage to cover all the ice that at one time had been snow, then melt, then ice, more snow, more ice, more melt…you get the idea. It wasn’t until March that the roads were clear enough to run on.

In the meantime, I joined a gym, ran on the treadmill and read, used the stationary cycles and read. I read on the bus, I read on the train. I read in the car on the way to Maine.  Since December, I’ve read close to 50 books.  Don’t misunderstand, some weren’t very long (Where the Wild Things Are), and some weren’t very taxing (Artemis Fowl and just about everything). There’s no good place to start reviewing.  I’m in the process of finishing the fourth and final book in a series which I’m not going to try and review without having reviewed the others.

To some extent I kind of felt like writing reviews was pointless, but I’ve met some new people and some early “listeners” (readers read books, they don’t read me), have pointed out that maybe more people are interested than I know.   Frankly, I like to write them.  I have a couple of rules that come from  a previous life.  They go like this, you can’t do any book justice in fewer than 200 words and if you can’t say it in 500 words, it shouldn’t be said.  Try not to get involved in spoilers, no one comes away happy.

There are notable exceptions.  The review of the Lucky Charms box being one.

Most of my reviews are posted as links on GoodReads, I am not sure if you can see them as I have my profile set to cloaking shield. You might click around over there if you’re interested.  So, having said that, I have some books I’ve almost finished, and I also have some social commitments that I have to address, and in between I’m going to squeeze in book reviews.

Oh. The other thing I usually post are Road Trip stories, and I have a Road Trip coming up at the end of this month…