Tripleshot Cycling

Simon, Simon, Simon.

He lopes alongside your sandbagging self, making cheery conversation, making it look so easy and egging you on. Convincing you that your smart plan of turning around at the cutoff before the mountain is unnecessary. Romping through the woods with you until your entire diaphragm seizes up in excruciating stitches. "Oh, yes," he said helpfully, later. "I heard your breathing change just before you dropped to the ground crying, 'Go on, Simon! Go on for the love of God!'"

http://kateweber.com/2012/12/13/on-bein ... n-edition/

katew wrote:http://kateweber.com/2012/12/13/on-bein ... n-edition/

Nice! I'll give you the real story sometime of how that race came to be. It's not too exicting!

I'm not a fan of running, but I am a fan of good writing. Kate: If you experienced anywhere near the same amount of pleasure writing that as I did reading it, I'd say your disabled December doesn't have to be so bad. Feeling listless? Just go fizz and pop some more on your blog!