If I can say one thing about myself with certainty, it's that I am not sporty. In no way did I ever enjoy the occasional run, the quick weight-lift work-out, the pilates/yoga/thai boxing/zumba class or the fancy stationary cycle. I was a chubby kid and gym class was - to say the least - not... Continue Reading →
I’m a country-man alright.
Monday, August 8th6 a.m., A and I just finished breakfast and are headed down to Pennsylvania, 12 hours of a car ride. The goal: to get to A's brother asap to crash on his couch.To be honest I barely remember what we talked about that night and what we have done, I just remember children... Continue Reading →
A bird loves a fish 