Liza Howard

Liza Howard

Liza Howard is a national champion runner with multiple records in distances ranging from marathons to 100 mile trail races.

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Liza Howard

Liza Howard is a national champion runner with multiple records in distances ranging from marathons to 100 mile trail races.


Procrastination and treadmill hills

I’ve got a hilly workout scheduled for today and I think it’ll be on the treadmill.  I could drive out to some hilly roads after Eliot gets home, but I’m not really feeling that kind of willpower today — and the hills aren’t all that long or steep anyway.  I’ve got to take a look the grades for some of [...]

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Hogging

Eliot was hogging the computer tonight doing our taxes.  Selfish. I bided my time sweating in the background.  I was doing some Bulgarian squats and other domestic things, but mostly I was sweating because it’s hot here.  And I refuse to turn on the air conditioning in March.  I’ve got plans for that utility bill money.  I [...]

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Chickens and tendonitis

Eliot got back from Ohio tonight and I’m enjoying some puttering time while he works on a chicken coop in the garage.  It’s going to be one of those fancy wheel-around-the-yard-fertilizing-the-grass-high-speed chicken coops.  We don’t really have grass in our yard per se.  Grass-like weeds.  But they’ll be well fertilized.  [...]

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Tupperware-head

This is the “firefighter’s hat” Asa insisted on wearing to the playground the other day.  I’m all for using one’s imagination, but, when it comes down to it, I don’t want my child wearing Tupperware in public.  So I purchased this. I know, I’m squelching his resourcefulness and ingenuity.  Rest [...]

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Carpe diem and murderous mutes

Woo Hoo!  It’s 7:35 pm and the boy’s in bed for the night.  Party on the treadmill!!  Thanks so much to you folks who commented or sent e-mails in response to yesterday’s post.  Y’all are awesome.  Heartfelt cyber hug.  (And I haven’t even looked twice at a piece of cobbler today.) Before we dropped Eliot [...]

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