In Which Jenn’s Runs Are Haunted By Demons Or Something?

Nobody panic, but there MIGHT be a demon-summoning cult on my running trail. Their fiendish rituals have become a fixture of my Sunday morning runs, a brief distraction around mile 3 for which I am thankful. Of course, that’s up until I get chased by a dragon or the Antichrist or something. No, no, I kid. (Probably.) I’m pretty sure I’ve figure this out. But first, let me set the scene: My regular running route passes by, among other things, a local park. Its most distinguishing features are a playground, baseball diamond, and pavilion. Over the past couple years I’ve never...

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In Which Jenn Is Obnoxiously Cheerful About the Future

Strap in, everybody – to counter yesterday’s whine-fest, I’m now going to be overwhelmingly positive! In this particular case, I am both Ted AND Veronica. See this sticky note that lives on my work computer? This sticky note houses all the joy of the foreseeable future. The first two – the Tessy convention (5K recap here) and Outer Banks trip – are over, the latter of which bums me out to no end but that’s just a thing I do. I get unnecessarily bummed at the conclusion of trips and nostalgic over things that JUST HAPPENED and I remember...

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