After an absolutely soul-crushing work week last week, this week has welcomingly slowed down as many of my colleagues are on spring break with their kids. The much-needed breathing room allowed me to catch up on some things that needed doing, and I’m so grateful for that extra time. Now just imagine if I needed…
Grateful for my achilles healing Grateful for Mondo Sports and my PTs Justin & Katie Grateful for Shelby and her massages Grateful for BFree, and yoga at Antone’s Grateful for this cold front, for it refreshing Nali enough to keep her zooming, for sweatpants and hoodies Grateful for fire Grateful for friends and birthdays and…
Since my last confession gratitude list. It is not an exaggeration to say that after the last fifteen days, my achilles was visibly protesting the uptick in activity I put upon it. The cankle was real. I went from the couch to 30,000 feet in the air on the way to Mexico, from not driving…
Written from here on Friday: But published back home on Monday because my blog issues persist and apparently this website is not safe. OK, JustHost, ok. Pics here. Point is, when you have to cancel three ski trips and one of your bests comes up with a Mexico beach vacation in vez, you say !sí…
I have clearly vacillated during this situation of getting to walk and in what way, which is how we arrive at this title… I went a little HAM on the free ranging over the weekend, BUT IT WAS WORTH IT. And I’m doing GREAT in PT. So … whatever. This weekend I got in a…
**I am publishing this as written on Friday even though it’s Monday …** I’m free range! Off crutches! Allowed to start trying a shoe with heel lifts! Life is amazing! Hahaha perspective changes are crazy right? Like two months ago I’m angling for squatting gainz and sprint speeds, and now I’m stoked on the goal…
People are amazing. My best friend surprised me last week, driving in from out of town with the fixins for venison chili, a bottle of special pinot, and (what I thought was) the coup de grâce: a hilarious box of letters and pictures from our childhood through college, complete with countless mentions of boys we…
Whew how ’bout that vulnerability yesterday, huh? Yikes. Positive feedback though, and I’m glad I posted it, even if it elevated my anxiety level. Lattes à la dada … literally this is the greatest thing to come out of my achilles tear surgery. My father delivers a delicious raw milk latte to me every. single.…
There were many ways I saw this year ending: me having broken in my badass new skis over Christmas in Park City, me booking a last-minute tip to Tahoe or Mammoth to capitalize on the insane 10-foot dumps of snow northern Cal has received, me taking a silly Taos-Santa Fe trip on a semi-PJ, even…
