I feel like a dishrag that's been used over and over and wrung out so many times it is nearly threadbare.
It has been a rough few weeks here in Boston, hasn't it?
So, I'm eternally grateful life has handed me a change of pace for a few days.
Months ago, before the marathon bombings, I was accepted to a health reporting fellowship. The program will cover a wide range of topics and include lots of discussions about health journalism, writing, and more.
Basically, it will break me away from my day-to-day routine and shake things up for nine days. I'm sure I'll be exhausted from all of the learning I'm sure I'll do, but I feel like it will be a good kind of exhausted.
Plus, I've already started recruiting people to run and go to the gym with me. Yup. I'm *that* girl. Luckily, health journalists tend to be active and healthy folks, so I don't seem quite as crazy to them for making gym dates with people I have yet to meet.
I'll be toting along my training schedule for sure, and I'm bringing my planks and push-ups with me in addition to my running shoes.
So, the blog (in terms of posts from me) may be quiet for a few days. However, my girl Ryan Healy will have her usual awesome exercise advice up Wednesday.
But, I'll be back. I promise.
In life, as in training, sometimes a small change in your pace can make a world of difference.