The end of an era. Or something like that.

Posted on by lindsay
For over a year now, I have Twittered some of the best 140 character moments of my life. It was fun while it lasted, but I'm ready to call it quits in hopes of cutting back my Internet usage. I deleted my Twitter account, but have posted some of the best tweets from the past 18 months here so that they are not lost in the sad, black void of DELETE ACCOUNT. Best of The Dirt Field Twitter: Missed only trick o' treaters that came to my door. Took nice dog out to chase the children around the neighborhood with cauldron of candy.   8:42 PM Oct 31st Watching my computer be debugged remotely is like watching an action movie where the hero tries to beat out the bad guys...unsuccessfully.   3:01 PM Oct 30th On having many, many babies: "She's trying to populate an entire planet...the planet of Arkansas."   6:06 PM ...continue reading.

Race Report: Granogue Fail

Posted on by lindsay
I didn't go. For the past few weeks, I've been looking forward to this race and the opportunity to race in the men's category. It was the first race in a while where I actually felt excited about the event and not just the prospect of getting it over with. But then things went awry over the past week, I have become increasingly depressed and anxious, and then before I knew it, I wasn't eating or hydrating or sleeping. That hit a low point yesterday and by the time the alarm went off to get me up for the race this morning, I was already awake, sticky with cold sweat and feeling a combination of stomach pains from not eating and queasiness at the thought of food. I turned the alarm off, rolled over, and decided the five hour round-trip drive to race in 40-degree rain and mud when I ...continue reading.

This is long and somewhat depressing. Enjoy!

Posted on by lindsay
Hello there. It's been a few days, a lot has happened, a lot of it has been a crapload of suck, so let's get caught up and back on track with the whole regular posting thing. Kelley Acres Race Report I was going to do a full report on this event, but I procrastinated and then Grandma died, so it went by the wayside. To summarize, I spent the days before this race feeling dread and doom yet again. The Saturday night before, I even broke from my standard pre-race teetotaling and had a beer, and then ate my feelings in the form of fifteen Nutter Butter wafer cookies and three servings of candy corn. It was ugly. The morning of the race was spent agonizing over whether or not to go (including a sobfest in the car after arriving at the venue and registering), until I finally decided I would ...continue reading.