In February 2017, we (Susie & Chris) will embark on a 7-week quest that will take us to the literal edges of the world map (and our personal limits) to run six DIY ultra-marathons on some of the most rugged, beautiful trails this planet has to offer, camping and couch-surfing with friends and strangers alike. …
My wife sat in front of me, almost eclipsed by her giant margarita, then peeked around to ask, “Do you want to take a trip around the world, with me?”
“That just seems … too self-indulgent,” was my unthinking response.
Giant alcohol slush puppies are fine, but trips around the world?! For some reason, I condone one but not the other.
I hated what came out of my mouth. I hated …
As a fitness studio owner, there are still days that I have to work out at home for the sake of time and convenience. Here is an example of one of my simple, no-equipment, total-body strength home workouts.
What was once an unthinkable idea–to commit ego suicide, let go of our attachments, tuck tail, ask for help, throw ourselves upon the generosity of others, sacrifice privacy and curtains, cohabit with spiders, has brought an infinitude of…
I can faintly hear her laugh wafting down from the T.v. room that sits almost directly above my head. We are separated only by floorboards and a layer of industrial plastic that I’ve haphazardly stapled to the ceiling in my new “apartment” in my parent’s basement. It’s 12:30am on a Tuesday. I’m lying in bed, Chris is beside me and already hours ahead in the land of dreams.
I was half-bent over bracing myself on the granite kitchen counter with giant watery eyes when my husband, Chris, walked in the door last Thursday. “What’s wrong? What happened?” he asked. I couldn’t steady my words. I just let the tears continue to roll down my face while waving three, hand-written checks in my right hand.
My new roommate Ben says witty things like, “How can Eskimos have 50 words for snow and we only have one friggin word for community?!” And things like, “Jesus was probably having more sex than ALL of us!” Until I moved into my mother and father-in-law’s basement, we too-rarely got to have great conversations like these. I’m on the fence with his ChristoIogy, but couldn’t agree more with his etymology. Community is…
Two phrases will not leave me alone.
What the hell are you doing?
This is the beautiful revolution you hoped it would be!
I’ve tried to kick them out of my head. I’ve tried to get them to work out their differences. I’ve tried to choose one over the other. But they seem intent on staying. Both are real. Both describe exactly…
It’s been almost a year since we fully committed to making our “ultra-trip” dreams come true. Almost six months ago, we put those plans in writing and blasted them off into the universe. So far the process has been magical, difficult, rewarding, tiring, enlightening and scary…
There are some things I never imagined I’d say at the age of thirty-five. The phrase…