Track Three

The hot chocolate wasn’t actually hot. It was more like chocolate water put in the microwave for thirty seconds. It also had a funky, metallic aftertaste, like it’d been microwaved in a can and the can had caught fire and melted a little. But the whipped cream made it drinkable. … More Track Three

Track Two

I couldn’t help but see the elevator as very smug and quite pleased with itself, as if it had something to do with everything that had just happened. I decided it was allowed to believe that, and said a quiet “thank you” to it as we got on. … More Track Two

Whew! I made it. That was a close one. 15 years, and I’m still here.

So, on October 25, Paul and I ran the Haunted Half Marathon. Confession: I did not train for it. Last time I ran this, the beginning was all downhill. It was nice, because it really helped you build momentum. I assumed this time would be the same route, so I didn’t check the map. I … More Whew! I made it. That was a close one. 15 years, and I’m still here.