I'm busy these days -- our house has a new creature roaming around (a kitten we found in the snow last week). The cats spend most of the evenings thundering up and down the stairs, wrestling, while I search for his parents. So far, we haven't had any luck, but with the help of the neighborhood listservs and no-kill shelters around here, I think I might have found him a forever home. He's trying it out for the weekend, and I'm really hopeful that it will work out..
But I'd be remiss if I didn't acknowledge a blog milestone: Today marks one year since I started this little blog. I started outsidetime.net on February 6, then imported back posts from tumblr, which is why some of my earliest race recaps are just a photo and a line of text. I'm surprised it's been so long -- and I'm glad I haven't dropped the habit yet, even though I sometimes lapse into silence for weeks or months at a time.
I started this blog as an outlet for my running chatter, and to help focus my running as I geared up to train for my first marathon. I also thought this might be some kind of "creative" space for me, too. Yeah....no. Blogs are where creativity goes to die. In fact, my silences often come when I find myself writing, and then deleting, posts that are written in a strange, ventriloquist "blogger voice." You probably know what I'm talking about -- perky, vaguely authoritative, self-deprecating but in an insincere way. Anyway, I haven't quite found my voice yet, but I have liked keeping this training log here.
If you're here, thank you, sincerely, for reading!