For the record, live tweeting does not burn calories

Last Saturday, something truly unusual happened.

I did a 5K.

I know, right?

Before you get too excited though, I must admit that by "did", I mean "walked briskly, jogged a little on the downhill part, took photos and tweeted" a 5K.

But I finished.*  Hooray!  

* I was a little extra motivated after a week in NY on business.  Business that included the world's greatest French onion soup, Little Pie Company apple pie, wine with dinner, and other assorted indulgences, along with work duties.  To make up for all that I'd need to live tweet the Iron Man triathlon.  Which is SO not going to happen.

The bearable heaviness of being

I've been shedding a lot of things lately.

A son, by design.
A dog, by a cruel, vicious disease.

Somehow, though, with all the loss, I feel immensely heavier.  The weight of this much-emptier house. The sadness pulling at my heart like extra gravity.  Most days I'm walking around like I'm made of stone.

Fortunately, I got my heavy, sad, stone-feeling ass to the gym and ate a lot of jicama this week.

Might as well get back on track while I'm moping right?  Less than six months to go!