Author Archives: Claudia St. Claire

(title is from The Mighty Boosh, and it has nothing to do with this post) Holy crap. It’s been a long time since I posted! There wasn’t much to say for awhile, and then I didn’t know what to say … Continue reading →

I’ve been doing zero exercise, unless you count walking to Lyle’s. Limping, really. This sprain is something vicious and I have no idea how Sunday’s going to go. Fingers crossed for a mini-miracle. Echoing Sally’s last post on needing something … Continue reading →

You know how in the states, the curbs are painted yellow so that even when it’s midnight you can see where you’re going with a minimum of attention? At least this happened at the end of my vacation, although it … Continue reading →

That’s us, at the top of Arthur’s seat a couple days ago. It was an insane uphill climb (I’ve climbed more stairs in the past week than in the past five years) but completely worth it, of course. On the … Continue reading →

Greetings from Edinburgh! The hills and traffic remind me of San Francisco. The mountain and castle in the background do not. I’m glad I brought my running shoes, because regardless of if I run or not, those bricks are hard … Continue reading →

Next week Saturday I’m running the Menudo 5K with my university class. If anyone else is interested, go sign up! (Or come cheer me on!)

Now we’re all being so quiet! How’s everybody? I’ve been running a LOT. Not long distances, but four or five days a week, which is three or four days more than I was doing. It was touch and go with … Continue reading →

Last Wednesday was our mile test (10:05, and everyone I’ve talked to almost died, so: air quality issues?) and yesterday was our first run, a 2 mile loop northeast of campus. The run itself was good, but my shins still … Continue reading →

I just signed up for the community ed women’s running class where I met Sally. Last fall was great, but I think this spring will be better — the nights will get lighter instead of darker, I’ll know the drill, … Continue reading →

is how a friend of mine terms that February/March near-panic. You know, the ‘none of my pants fit’ panic. The ‘I’m so sick of snow and cold and ice but we still have a ways to go’ panic. I’m using … Continue reading →