HeyJaredYour Bestie, Lindsey
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I Thought I Was Strong. The Basement Floor Disagreed. (opens the original)
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I like to think I am a pretty strong person. I jumped off the cardio bandwagon (goodbye to those high school cross country memories and an aging mid-30s ankle) and firmly planted myself in the strength training camp a few years back. More recently, summer chaos took over my life and I let that slip. More, more recently, I guess I thought I was so strong that basically taking a few months off from working out, in lieu of the pool chair and drinking more beers, wasn’t going to be that much of an i
I Don't Know What This Post Is About Either (opens the original)
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School’s back. The house is quiet. And I have no idea what I’m doing here.Fun fact for anyone still catching up: school is back in session. Mine anyway, I know a few stragglers in our area are still clinging to summer (or probably more accurately, desperate for their school to start), but that’s not my problem, I don’t care about them right now (sorry friends!). My kids are gone for six-plus hours a day and suddenly I have things I forgot existed. Time to breathe. Time to walk. Time to think, wh
I Had a Whole Plan for This Week (opens the original)
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I don’t do well with chaos. I’ve learned that about myself the hard way, probably every summer for the last however many years I’ve had kids in school. Some people thrive when the schedule falls apart. I am not one of those people. I need a routine like I need oxygen, and so do my kids, but of course they’re more adaptable about it than I am, mostly because their version of chaos is fun and mine is logistics. I also used to be more adaptable, but we’re talking about current me now and current me
Note to Self: Take The Hour (opens the original)
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I just got back from a bike ride and I’m sitting here sweaty and out of breath, typing this before the feeling wears off. Because I already know it’s going to wear off. That’s kind of the whole point.Nine miles. My butt hurts in a way that tells me I have not been on a bike in a while. I told myself it was going to be a casual ride, no exercise agenda, just get outside. And then somewhere around mile three I was downshifting into a harder gear and pushing myself to go faster, because apparently
You Don’t Need a Holiday to Celebrate (opens the original)
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For years I’ve had my holiday rankings set: Halloween at number one, St. Patrick’s Day a close second. But I think I am ready to admit the Fourth of July has quietly moved up the list. It’s not because I’ve gotten more patriotic (if anything I have gone the other direction). It’s because I’m no longer the person going to bars at 7 a.m. on St. Patrick’s Day. Those days are behind me (though I still grieve it annually). What’s replaced them is something different and maybe something better: a full
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