In world news, my sister Rachel ran the Boston Marathon on Monday. Considering all of the madness surrounding last year’s race (when she was forced to stop running painfully close to the finish line), I’m impressed at her strength. And considering that, while carrying laundry this past Monday, I had to sit on my second floor landing and catch my breath, I’m impressed by her ability to…do more stuff than me, physically.
To sum up: she ran a mucca lot of miles. On purpose. And actually crossed the finish line. Not being carried.
Slow clap.
Isn’t she the coolest?
Stuff I Wrote While Not Doing Any Physical Activity Whatsoever:
- I studied in London thirteen years ago. But the other day, it felt like no time had passed. Thanks, Radiohead.
- Some people celebrate Easter by becoming curmudgeonly. (Like this piece I wrote for Chicago Parent.)
- The good folks at Lifeline Theatre gave me passes to give away to their sweet show. (Congrats, Holly!)
- Jasper is now four months and so we had The Talk. (No, good Lord, not that one.)
- Helping kids in our community is awesome. Just ask Nora.
And that’s what I’ve been up to this week. If you’d like, you can join me in adopting this new mantra: Whatever else is on my docket for the day, I’m sure as heck not going to run the Boston Marathon.
Okay, fine, it’s my old mantra, too.
I may not be a marathoner, but I am consistent.
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