Sanity is overrated.
At least that’s what I’ve deduced from Muddy Monk’s Nearly Sane Trail Half Marathon.
“Runners are all a bit crazy. We spend our Saturdays doing long runs, strategize about negative splits, wake up sweating at 3am worrying about whether or not our GPS watch is charging, tape our nipples, pee in bottles while in starting corrals, and have a million other oddities that make us runners. But we can all agree that running 26.2 miles is clearly insane. Running 13.1? Nearly insane.”
Queen Bey has the world of pop culture all abuzz today, per usual. But this time it isn’t because of something she did, but rather, something she didn’t do.
She didn’t say a single word.
It’s that time of year again.
Sundays are blocked off on my calendar for a full day of football watching, my endless support for the Chicago Bears is constantly called into question, and defending myself against the guys in my fantasy football league is a daily occurrence.
This is my first attempt at a blog, and quite honestly it’s taken much longer than I’d like to admit for me to actually publish this first post.
I love writing. So much. It’s a way for me to get all of my thoughts out. A way for me to tell my story and the stories of the people and world around me. It’s a way for me to capture ideas, moments and life and share it with whoever is willing to read it.
But for some reason, starting a blog seemed incredibly daunting and full of pressures to be interesting, witty and impressive. While those are obviously adjectives I’d like to someday be used to describe this blog, I know I just need to start somewhere and eventually I may get there.