I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Liza Howard
Liza Howard is a long-time is a longtime ultrarunner who lives in San Antonio, Texas. She teaches for NOLS Wilderness Medicine, coaches, directs the non-profit Band of Runners, and drives her kids around in a minivan.
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Irony and Day 7/255
Chaos report: It is 11:05pm and I am up putting together a presentation for the San Antonio Convention and Visitor’s Bureau titled: “Finding Time: Work, Family, Exercise.” The irony is almost too much. It’s making me tired. The effects of the NyQuil I took 28 hours ago are also making me tired. Ruby’s [...]
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Loom Savant and Day 6/255
Chaos Report: I decided sometime late Saturday — right after I’d wrestled snot out of Ruby’s nose for the eleventy-millionth time– that I wouldn’t blog over the weekends in this 255 day lead up to Comrades. Once Ruby’s out of the electrical outlet-moth stage and stops shoving Asa’s loom bands into [...]
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Trucker’s Hitch Song and Day 3/255
Chaos report: I cannot believe it’s Friday. This week was a blur of Ruby snot, stepping on Cheerios, and reading the kids’ version of the Iliad to Asa. (Black Ships Before Troy — It’s appropriately battle-filled and gory for any little boy’s battle and gore needs –though I think Asa is as tired of the [...]
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Checker companions and 2/255
Chaos report: Well, we’ve kicked Ruby out of our bed and out of our bedroom. Consequently, this is the third night in a row that I am up at the same time as people in Moscow. I’ve got sugar-is-the-devil documentaries playing on Netflix to drown out the siren call of the ice cream in the freezer. The ice cream gets noisy past [...]
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Reboot and Day 1 of 255…
Well, now. It’s been quite a month since Leadville. Sitting here at the dining room table at 3:51 in the morning with Ruby just asleep in the baby jogger next to me… well, the closest approximation to what’s been going on since would be a running down a mountain trail at breakneck speed, catching a toe on a rock, then [...]
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