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The Post About Running

April 22, 2016

I am a runner; the kind that likes to train for long distance races, gets excited about tempo runs/PRs, and looks forward to Sunday mornings when I join the ranks of my fellow weekend warriors to do my longest run of the week. If you were looking for an approximate time of the sunrise for any given period of the year, I could give it to you because I’m usually up running pre-dawn and anxiously start to await the return of natural light around February. The internet is not devoid of people blogging about running, and while I’ve tried to go there in the past, and on some level kind of, sort of, want to go there now, for some curious reason, I just can’t. “Now wait, a second,” you’re saying to yourself. “Sarah, you are writing about running, darn you!” What an astute reader you are. Yes, I am writing about running, but only to tell you why I can’t write about running.

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Life

The Curious Thing About Being Outside

April 20, 2016

Until this past January, I was your typical office worker, complete with a long commute, a cubical, weekly meetings, the whole nine. While I haven’t ditched the desk job or the meetings, my situation has changed drastically; instead of commuting 90 minutes each way in my car, I am now walking 0.8 miles each way. Additional feature updates included with the new gig: a shared office (no cube) with a real window that lets in real natural light, and a flexible schedule, complete with a laid back boss who doesn’t keep tabs on my exact time of arrival or departure. Today I took and hour and fifteen minutes for lunch. I am a liberated woman.

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Adventures

The Numbers

April 6, 2016

Airline travel is seamless and magical, until…it isn’t. There is no middle ground here; you either slip into the airport on a cloud and emerge via your 3 connections with all your luggage in tow, even lighter than when you first left it, or you fall through some hellacious trapdoor and find yourself sequestered in the world’s smallest terminal with no hope of rescue and no accessible caffeine. If Starbucks hasn’t found its way to an airport wing, it’s likely you could find the fibers of someone’s HAZMAT suit lingering somewhere.

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