Happy Passover to any observing readers and everyone still on Atkins!!
Sophomore year of college, I asked a close friend “Hey, did we keep Passover last year?” She replied, “I keep Passover every day.” I honestly hadn’t noticed before that moment that she didn’t eat carbs.
Happy (Good) Friday/ First Night of Passover/ You look great this morning!
I wanted to share a smattering of favorites today. There’s been a lot of great stuff on the internet this week.
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Hello, reader! I missed you! There is so much I want to tell you and I am behind on writing.
You might remember in the early days of this blog when I learned to ride a bike. It was a tough and often frustrating thing to take on as an adult. Two things made it easier. The first was formal lessons. Learning from friends is humbling and embarrassing even with the kindest of teachers. Taking a lesson and being with other adults at my skill level and a teacher accustomed to adult learners was clutch and a confidence builder.
The second thing that helped was practice. This is not groundbreaking.
Hi there, so I have in fact been working out. I’ve been slowing it down a bit to allow my ankle to heal but I haven’t stopped completely. (Sidebar: I saw a new doctor who said my legs were uneven lengths and thats why I am twisting my ankle. My body is trying to shorten my longer leg and the habitual twisting is causing the on-going pain. WHAT?)
March 12-18, Thursday to Wednesday ( ‘tevs I know it’s not a traditional week measurement)
The NYC Half was last weekend which makes me feel like spring is officially within sight. Running season is here. I wrote about this when I wrote about the NYC Marathon and the East Hampton Half, but I love watching races. My eyes well up every time.
this is from a cartoonist i’ve loved since college “Exploding Dog”
For me, it’s basically two things. First, the sense of community/friendship. When a runner grabs the hand of a friend and they pass the finish line holding hands, I think my heart might burst. When someone spots a familiar face cheering in the crowd? That’s right. A person stood around in the cold just waiting for you to run by so they could tell you how great you are and how proud they feel. What is better than that? No one stands next to my desk at work screaming WAY TO GO, HABER. And I imagine no one does it at yours either. Races are special.