This Does NOT Mean I’m Running a Marathon

Let’s get something straight. I run. I don’t know if I would call myself a “runner” per se, but I run.  I am a runner. I love the feeling I get after I run, but I do NOT always love to run, like the physical act of running. Sometimes my shins hurt and my toes… Continue reading This Does NOT Mean I’m Running a Marathon


I am aware that some most of my posts (either on Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter because you know he ain’t reading my blog) make my husband either cringe, roll his eyes, or roll his eyes while cringing. But you know what? It’s ok. I see meaning in things that probably shouldn’t carry meaning. And the… Continue reading Peace