The little triumphs that come with a seemingly long week cannot be dismissed. For example, Charlie will finally look at me when I call his name.
I started reading this book on Thursday night when I really needed some toothpicks to stay awake.
A Good American is quite possibly the great American novel without even trying to be, an innocent and honest tale of German immigrants landing on American soil at the beginning of the 20th century with wide eyes and big dreams.
I have gone totally off of my rocker by planning and cooking every single meal this week.
Even if you don’t know who David Coverdale is, and even if you don’t know the words to “Here I go Again,” by heart, you will still enjoy this nostalgically silly yet entertaining read from Jen Lancaster.
Even though I read a great deal, I don’t often share every book that I read here, as I try my best to stay on topic. However. When I read a book that I cannot forget about, one that haunts me on my runs, I have to share.
Charlie and I got left behind this weekend, as the boys went off to make camping food up on the mountainside.
To say that reading this book may have caused some sleepless nights and a little hyperventilation on my part is an understatement.
Yes I can be a bit melodramatic about a track workout. Especially when I have stayed up the night before reading a book that forced me to keep turning its pages.
This week has kicked my trash, and not running-wise either. Real life-wise.