You have to pick out girl names ahead of time. Only having boy names is how you end up with a child named Sunshine or some hippy shit like that. And then she’s got to spend her life answering all kinds of uncomfortable questions. And that comment was what kicked off the debate. Between my … Continue reading Leadville Rules
How Goatfinder Lost Her Friends
Y’all ever heard of a Jefferson squat? Apparently, it’s a move our ancestors did back in the ancient times. When J-Vicious first became certified. I’d post a picture. But I try to keep my blog rating at R. Maybe single X. If I’m talking about my dating life. Which…currently…is at a solid G rating… But … Continue reading How Goatfinder Lost Her Friends
Social Anxiety Coping Skill
Had my therapy appointment yesterday. With my therapist who I will refer to as “they.” Because I haven’t figured out their pronouns yet. And I refuse to ask. Because it’s my therapy. And I only want to talk about me during my therapy. And they haven’t asked my pronouns yet either. So I damn sure … Continue reading Social Anxiety Coping Skill
PFSF Detention
“You playing kickball?” Ummmm no? No...I’m...just getting a beer... “No. I mean. We’re having a kickball coaches meeting here. I thought you were playing. You look very athletic.” Oh. No. I don’t. I’m not. That’s not. No. I don’t…athletic. Ever. I’m only…I’m just here for a beer. And tacos… And. Ok. I appreciate that compliment. … Continue reading PFSF Detention
Leadville Training
“So you’ve just given J-Vicious all day to plan your workout.” *sigh* I know... Monday morning. I was lying in the comfort of Magical Roanoke Yoga’s basement. Allowing her to massage. And yoga my body. Into various states of stretching. And relaxation. I can’t even describe how amazing it is to have someone else stretching … Continue reading Leadville Training
Ironman 70.3 Blue Ridge Volunteering
“So, 73.2 is the water temperature right now?” Yes. “Do you think it will get warmer?” Well, it’s gonna be above 90 all weekend. And that lake is enclosed. It doesn’t get any traffic. So I suspect it could get up to 76. “How deep is it?” ... And see. I was doing so well … Continue reading Ironman 70.3 Blue Ridge Volunteering
I AM Fall Risk
Did my first shift of Ironman volunteering yesterday. Where I tried to walk casually. Like I hadn’t spent the day before torturing my legs. Seemed to work. No one asked me what was wrong with me. No one actually spoke to me at all. Seriously. Leo does not like to be ignored. But it was … Continue reading I AM Fall Risk
Revolt on Lunges
“I’m medicated now!” I yelled that. A little too gleefully. And loudly. And maybe even forcefully? At my boss today. When he asked how I was doing. “Fine and you?” would have probably been sufficient. I’ve only been medicated about a week. So I don’t know that it’s much more than the placebo effect at … Continue reading Revolt on Lunges
A Little Late for the Cove
Look. We’ve done some shit. Rogue and I both have done some legit shit. In just the last few years that we’ve known each other. We’ve run Chicago Marathon. And America’s Toughest Road Marathon. Did that one twice. In the same race, matter of fact. Ragnars. Trail and Road. Spartans. We’ve Trifecta’d. That shit ain’t … Continue reading A Little Late for the Cove
PFSF Revolt
I was just sitting in my car. Minding my own business. Trying to talk Fall Risk into coming to the gym. I was in the middle of typing, “I’d love to go home and take a nap, but J-Vicious is-“ And that’s the point at which he reached through my window and snatched my phone … Continue reading PFSF Revolt
