Training: Final week, part one.
Last Thursday, I went for a swim. Friday, I went for a swim. A killer swim where I tried to hang with the fast kids (read: hang with the not-grandmas) and thought my heart was going to cave in. Sunday, I went for a run. Monday, run. Tuesday, heart-caving swim at 6 a.m. Today, I “went for a run”, which means I walked two blocks away from my apartment, started running, and immediately...
I can't imagine why
Harry: there's going to be some filiming near the office tomorrow
Harry: maybe I'll wander on set and try to get discovered
me: fluff out your beard real big
me: lean against the wall and do some sexy poses
me: I hear cigarettes in a rolled-up sleeve do the trick
Harry: no wonder you've never been discovered
I have ten posts sitting in drafts. And I want to share them with you, really, I do. There’s one that’s almost finished but it’s not topical anymore, about the weekend I spent in Petaluma and how perfect it was and how much everything clicked for me in that moment. There’s one about the ride we did a few weeks ago. There’s one about how hard it’s been to start...