Part Three: Chipotle and Wildflowers This is the final installment of my stupidly long story of Matt’s Ultramarathon and the ensuing chaos surrounding it. If you haven’t read parts 1 and 2, you can catch up here: Part 1: https://marglink.com/2015/06/10/sleep-deprivation-and-oreos-aka-the-ultramarathon-saga-pt-1/ Part 2: https://marglink.com/2015/06/12/bloody-but-unbowed-the-ultramarathon-saga-pt-2/ I’m writing this on an airplane as I head home from DC, so forgive … More Trust the Universe, but Call Your Mom Anyways (The Ultramarathon Saga pt. 3)
Part 2 of my experience surprise-pacing an ultramarathon. … More Bloody, but Unbowed (The Ultramarathon Saga, Pt. 2)
It’s Tuesday, and I’m just now sitting down to write about the beautiful and bizarre weekend that just wrapped up yesterday (yes, Monday counts as a weekend day if you take the day off from work. More on that later). It was chaotic and emotional and hard and fun. Here’s what happened: The alarm woke … More Sleep Deprivation and Oreos (AKA: The Ultramarathon Saga Pt. 1)
The barefoot wanderer in me doesn’t concern herself with retirement savings, Roth IRAs or index funds. However, as much as we all dream about living in a yurt in some beautiful location, growing our own food, and scooping ice cream for a living, I don’t want to be forced to do that a few years … More Balance is Key: A 5-minute Personal Finance Lesson for Yogis & Other Magical Creatures
I’m participating in a Self-Love challenge hosted by my friend Cole Bombino*, and the first day of the challenge requests that we craft our ideal morning routine, one that enables us to allow as much love and happiness into our day as possible by starting off on the right foot. Sounds good. I decided to … More My Morning Routine, AKA Why Don’t Dogs Have Snooze Buttons?
This post might sound premature- after all, I’ve only JUST finished my yoga teacher certification and started really teaching. However, I wanted to explore this fleeting feeling of being totally new and fresh at something so I can memorialize this exciting and terrifying point in time. One of my “gurus” once told me that in … More 10 life lessons I’ve learned from being a yoga teacher
I use my Gmail inbox as a sort of memory album, guarding years-old messages as “history” and stubbornly refusing to delete anything. I’ve gotten to the point where I have almost 2,000 messages just sitting there in “e-mail purgatory”: opened and read, but neither filed anywhere in particular nor deleted. I’ve grown attached to the … More What Your Junk Says About You (or How to Assemble a Superbed)