run it off

Rant. Run. Write. Repeat.

Somewhat About Me

I write, run, and have a tendency to rant But you knew that already.

I have been, at various points in life and in no particular order:

Celtic Choice (by Fays) Irish ghillies

A teacher, librarian*, a lawn care employee,

An Irish dancer, a trumpeter, a bus boy, let’s see…

Always a reader, with the eyes of a writer,

A newly-born runner, and marathoner to be…

I love a good film, and adore BBC,

What else can I say that’s somewhat about me?

Okay, now that I’ve gotten that out of my system…

I have two bachelor’s degrees but don’t really use them.  I spent nine months in publishing and hated it, so I returned to teaching.  I left teaching to become a stay-at-home mom.  I have roughly ten children, with ideas for more.  You can meet some of them here on the blog.  They’re not at all shy and actually very friendly once you get to know them.  Like big, barky dogs that only look scary.  They get that from me.

I love racing, because it combines two- wait, thr- no, four things near and dear to my adventurous heart: running, cool t-shirts, competitive achievement, and new life experiences.

I tend to get off-topic, because the ancillary story is always worth telling.

I have a thing for mountaineering disaster books.  I own four or five of them.  And as many documentaries.

If you’re uncertain as to what you’re supposed to do with all these odd, unrelated glimpses into my soul, that’s okay.  I have that effect on people.  I don’t know what to do with myself, either.  I’ve revised this page at least a dozen times trying to figure it out.  Don’t sweat it.

Or do.  Let all this non-information rattle around your mind on your next run and maybe it’ll all become clear.  Put me in a novel and let these tangents lead you into some very fulfilling character-building.  (Have I mentioned my ego yet?)

If neither of those options suits you, well, you know what to do.

Run it, write it, or rant it off, my friends!

*Alright, the librarian bit’s not technically true; I worked in a library but do not have a Library Science degree and so my official title was something along the lines of “Grunt.”  But uppity librarians are a subject for another day…


12 thoughts on “Somewhat About Me

  1. I keep rewriting my about page too. Still not happy with it. It seems to change with my mood and how much I really want people to know about me. HA! Thanks for dropping by my site, enjoyed reading your comments. I am new to this whole blogging thing and any comments I get are encouraging.

  2. Jim Brennan on said:

    So you’re a new runner, hug? Well, I’m a seasoned (gentle term for old) runner who inadvertantly came across your blog when I saw your comment on another blog (confused?). Anyway, what caught my attention was that my blog is Rite2Run, see I’m a writer and runner, as well. I have a recent post about the running and writing connection titled “I Died Today in the Middle of a Two-hour Run,” a fictional piece that appeared in Every Day Fiction. If you’re interested you can check it out at Good luck, oh, and you’re funny too.

  3. I nominated you for the Liebster Blog Award!

  4. passionwriting on said:

    a very good intro…hope to read more of ur stuff 🙂

  5. We have nominated you for a Sunshine Award!!!

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