It’s 12 days from the marathon and taper paranoia is setting in. It doesn’t help that it’s been pouring rain. I worry with every step that I’m going to slip and fall down on wet pavement. I stare at my feet as I walk, dreading an ankle roll or a knee twist. On the bus, I shrink back as the girl in front of me hacks and coughs. Can’t I just work from home for the next week and a half?
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.