I dropped the ball.

I’ve been a delinquent blogger since the marathon and I really have no excuse other than post-race depression and holiday blues. However, I am recommitting to semi-regular posts today, my 25th birthday. 

Recovering from the marathon took a lot longer than I thought. I felt slow, heavy and pained until about a week ago.  Of course, as soon as I get back into my running groove we’re engulfed in an arctic blast that makes being outdoors pretty unbearable. I’ve managed to muscle through, dressing in many layers and becoming one with the numb. It helps that I have a new toy to play with: a Garmin Forerunner 205. My dear Ron got me the GPS watch for Christmas and I am thrilled with all the bells and whistles. I’ve given up one piece of technology for another, as I’ve indefinitely put away my iPod. I think the thing was screwing with my posture and its benefits are not worth the hassle (and hazard).

I also got some beautiful new cooking equipment, inspiring experimentation in the kitchen. So far I have learned that there is no room for substitutions and improvisation in baking from a lemon-almond cake. Le Creuset and Cuisinart pots have reaffirmed my love for cast iron. 

The dogs are good. Frida got fixed and the spade/neuter clinic gave her a rad tattoo of a female symbol on her belly. Now Ron is the only being left in the house with virgin skin!

And today is my birthday. No big plans, just a run and beers with friends.

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