SONGS I KNOW BY HEART
So, I take spinning classes twice a week, and both classes are taught by my personal trainer, who I love. She is my favorite instructor, and therefore it is my favorite class. I think the thing that I enjoy about her classes, more than anything, is the music she uses. She manages to incorporate songs into our class that it would never occur to ME to use in a workout.Take, for example, the song we finish almost every spin with. For our final song, she wants us to end with a bang and, as she puts it, "empty the tank." We hear the quick "Rat tat tat" of the drum in the intro, and know we're in for three minutes of hell. FUN hell, but hell. The song is "The Devil Went Down To

NOTHING TO SEE HERE
Wow.Okay, I need to begin by saying that everything is FINE. Really and truly.On the one hand, I should be flattered. Correction: I AM flattered. I cannot begin to tell you how many emails I have received this past week regarding the last two updates here. People - friends and family alike - wishing me well, and giving me words of encouragement.But, I have to say, I keep going back and re-reading all the emails you've sent to me and I think I have given you all the wrong impression. By the sounds of it, you all seem to think I am sitting on the floor at the foot of my bed, curled up in the fetal position, sobbing hysterically with a gun positioned on

BABY STEPS
So my last post was kind of a downer, but ended on a high note (sort of). The cliffhanger was that something important was going to be happening today, Thursday.All in all, the whole transaction took about twenty minutes. But I have a feeling that it was time well spent.Met with an old friend, in an old familiar place. Talked about the good times many years ago, and I was commended on my decision to return to a path that was once such an important part of me and of my life.I'm ready to try something new. Actually, something old that is feeling new again. New, but familiar.I hate being so cryptic, but I don't want to divulge too much here

'TIL THURSDAY
The thing about being sick for eleven days straight is that it forces me to stop trying to move at the speed of light. And frankly, I don't like having to slow down, because when I slow down, I have time to think.And when I start to think, I start to get depressed.Huh. Wow. Those first three sentences may be the most honest thing I have written here in years. Just like that, I think I've had a break through.It is true, that I don't like to be left alone to my thoughts. Mostly because my thoughts can carry me to some deep, dark, scary places. Places that I wish to God didn't exist in my brain, but there they are, always in the shadows, al

EXHAUSED
I'm so damn tired.Not really sure why, though?In the past two months, I have been:- to Las Vegas, Nantucket and New York City- in a 5K, a 10K, and a Half-Marathon- driven home after midnight on a Wednesday by the Attleboro Police- hit on the leg with a large fish that the Atlantic Ocean hurled at me- on national television- humiliated beyond all belief while speaking with Mark from "The Biggest Loser"- waved to by Tom Cruise- groped by a Las Vegas stripper- suckered into spending over $80 on apples- completing a year-long project at work- introduced to my brand new (and first!) nephew- work