Tag: Marathon

  • go, ray, go!

    I want to write about this weekend’s Festival of Books experience, but before I go all nerdtastic on you, and continuing the “Where Are They Now” aspect to my posts lately (Michelle is working on an update about her mom for all y’all), I have to give excited props to my former roommate Ray, who […]

  • Digital Marathon Article: New York Times

    “You don’t notice the time going by,” said Pamela Ribon, who credits Britney Spears’s “Toxic” for her “fifth wind” during the 24th mile and sixth hour of the ultrahumid Maui marathon in September. — Running the Digital Marathon Did I really say I didn’t notice the time going by? That’s hilarious. This is how you […]

  • see?


    It wasn’t a hallucination. It just feels like it was. Almost two weeks after the marathon, I’m now sort of completely healed. The nasty blister on my foot has been drained of blood, so it looks sad instead of angry. There’s still a bruise on one of my toenails, which I didn’t know about until […]

  • book tour info: los angeles

    Tonight, 7:30. Barnes and Noble at The Grove, I’ll be reading from Why Moms Are Weird, answering questions and handing out gifts. Special guests AB Chao and something shiny. [And thank you, Evany, for making these readings sound super-sexy. (By the way, her book makes a very romantic gift.)]

  • The Marathon, Part Two (Miles 13-CrazyTown)

    The Marathon, Part Two (Miles 13-CrazyTown)

    [Previous entries: Pre-Marathon and Part One] Mile 13 As a reward, I put on my headphones. My marathon playlist keeps me moving. I see stee pass in his car down the highway. I’ll see him again in about an hour. I run the numbers. 15, 25, 27, 37, 39, 49, 51, 101. It’s all about […]

  • The Marathon, Part One (Miles 0-12)

    “You know, your father was proud of you for more than just that race.” “I know, Ma.” “He just didn’t always know how to say it.” I got up at three in the morning. Sprang from the bed, actually, when the alarms went off. (Two different alarms). I got dressed. Wrote sleeping stee a note. […]

  • Maybe I’m Crazy…

    “But why do you want to do this?” my mom asked in that tone, the worried whine of motherhood. “For a lot of reasons,” I answered. “Because I want to, and because I don’t think I can, and… well, probably because Dad and that race when I was in the third grade.” She sighed. She […]

  • seriously kicking it.

    Awesome accomplishment, Laura. I’m so proud of you. [Warning: you’ll probably get teary at the end, when Eric’s running and cheering, being a badass husband.]