The Scampering Horse

I have three goals for this year: 1) be grateful for my home, 2) keep writing, and 3) accomplish running goals I will be writing about the third goal. Ever since I ran this Ultra Ragnar in August of this year, I feel like the only limits are the ones I set on myself. It is kind of silly that running would open the world to me, but for whatever reason, it has. Like traveling has, but I can do it anywhere. I want to see how far I can go. So, this year I have registered, planned out my training schedule, and even started running long runs on Saturdays in preparation for my distance goals. But despite the schedule, I know that I am already training. One of my realizations while I was running the Ragnar that I didn't train for, is that I did train for it. Not by running long distances though, which is what I had previously thought I needed to do in order to run long distances. I thought I was not ready to run 30 miles because had only been doing cross-fit, yoga, and small runs h...

If you haven't seen the new Star Wars movie yet, you didn't care enough to avoid the spoilers anyway. The movie has been out for weeks, and you could have asked to watch it for Christmas. If you asked for ANYTHING else, your priorities are already established, and I have no pity for you. That movie was freaking awesome. Where am I on the Star Wars fangirl spectrum? Truth is, I haven't seen all of the original movies. I want to see them now. Currently, I have seen bits and pieces. I know Princess Leia wore a gold bikini, and Yoda talked backwards, and Luke was good with the saber and Darth Vader was his father, and I liked those Ewoks very much. I saw the Prequels that the true fans hated, and I loved them. They are what first got me interested in the stories and characters. Then I watched the animated Clone Wars with my husband at night on Netflix. Those cartoons were so good! Ahsoka Tano is one of the most interesting characters I've ever met. Her cool ears...

"He looks weyed" said my two year old little boy. "Yeah, why is he moving like that?" responded my four year old girl. "He is weawing bwuw," said the boy. "I like the guwl betta," commented my little girl. And thus the night proceeded, with little voices giving live commentary in my ears. Occasionally they would get out of their seats and try one of the moves. We were in the front row, so there was some room up near the stage. To me the first dance was about for sure about the wind and maybe some old vs new. The dance was choreographed in Nebraska, and the wind is a strong force here, hard to ignore. The first dance did not have music. It was a man and a woman. The man was dressed in blue and the woman was dressed in earth tones: a green blouse and a pleated khaki skirt. She also had leg warmers. One of the leg warmers fell down partway through the dance. To me the man represented the fight against the weather and change. His movements wer...