Sunday thoughts: the dairy industry, Ramadan, and getting used to things.

Snow-topped roofs and cars are not what I was expecting to wake up to today. I suppose I had gotten comfortable with assuming that as the days got longer, so too would they get warmer. Alas, that is not the case on this 31st day of March. I should have known better. I will not… Continue reading Sunday thoughts: the dairy industry, Ramadan, and getting used to things.

A year of running — and what it has taught me

I've consciously limited the number of times I write about running, because it's usually the same story: "I was nervous, it was either too hot or too cold, but I did it." But I think this weekend's race merits a blog post of its own. Yesterday's 10K race marks one year of Rafia Officially Running!… Continue reading A year of running — and what it has taught me

Cows, zoomies, and cake – that’s all I need for my birfday!

Who would have thought that today - February 3rd, just days after a polar vortex hit the Midwest, with wind chills at 45 degrees below zero FAHRENHEIT - would be a perfect day to run a race? It's going to be sunny and 51 degrees. The only reason I even signed up for the race… Continue reading Cows, zoomies, and cake – that’s all I need for my birfday!

Ruminating on rumination

I had all four wisdom teeth taken out last Tuesday. The recovery period is longer than I would have hoped or even imagined. One thing I am really fighting against is my inclination towards self-diagnosing. I am a hypochondriac, self-diagnosed (LOL). Usually when I get sick, it's symptoms I've had before so I know what… Continue reading Ruminating on rumination

Trips back home, “holiday” eating, and back to life, back to lality.

In exactly one month, it will be my three-year wedding anniversary. But it's been only three years? Really? Why does it feel like Mr. Rafia and I have been married for longer? Is it because when I reflect on where I was before getting married, I cannot recognize who I was and who I have… Continue reading Trips back home, “holiday” eating, and back to life, back to lality.