I'm not referring to any person. I mean my good 'ole friend, Mr. Insomnia (why is he male? It's too early for a cogent answer to that one). I was getting so used to putting that in my past. But I suppose some things can never truly be put away in a box... and then … Continue reading Oh, you’re back again?
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
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!
I've written about the "gift" of insomnia before. I feel somewhat facetious in writing this, because honestly, being awake from 2:30 to 5:30 am this morning certainly did not feel like a gift. And yet, waking up this morning and writing in my journal as openheartedly as I did this morning was something that I … Continue reading On intuition and quasi-goals
Today is the last day of 2018. I don't know why I am making such a big deal. I always fall asleep before midnight anyway. But with the week that I have been having, I may actually be awake... but probably in the midst of making sense of that final paragraph, re-reading it at least … Continue reading Most definitely my last post of 2018… I think ;)