Tag Archives: domestic

Learning how to crew for an ultra

So, now i’m learning how to crew for an ultra. The story goes that I entered him a half marathon without talking to him first, and then he won the race. These days, we talk through the schedule of races and training together. I can’t always be with him for every race, but part of the adventure of Running Man’s foray into longer trail and road races is my own learning curve in understanding what it means to be an effective support crew. As Geri Continue reading →

Cabin Life

This cabin essay is a part of an application I’m using to become part of the Roots Rated team, based out of Chattanooga, TN, which is a forum for people to discover new places for awesome outdoors adventures.  The writing prompt was to describe my greatest outdoors experience, and I’m publishing this essay to provide an intro into my own experiences and hopefully this will be the first piece of more material to come.  My intent for “in extremis” is to be a running blog, but Continue reading →

Land of the Free?: Meditations on being an immigrant

A Greencard. Surely, you’ve heard of those. Apparently they are the holy grail for the entire world. Because, it seems, at least if you’re watching Fox News that everyone in the world wants to be American. Perhaps then, some of the things I will say about being an immigrant will be a shock: Not everyone grows up wanting to take on the nationality of another country. I love being an Australian. If I hadn’t married an American Serviceman, I certainly wouldn’t have considered Permanent Residency Continue reading →

Ready for this: to love someone else

To love someone else: I’m just learning what it really means. Day in & day out. Separated by 1000’s of miles or by the sheets and extra covers my small little self needs to stay warm: the learning is a process. Being content – being away from each other – is harder than I ever could have expected. And that’s saying something given how much time we’ve had at a distance already. The thunder rolls. I normally find this comforting. But not tonight. Tonight, I Continue reading →

Almost Homeless

I’m almost homeless. I haven’t really had a place that was my own since I left the cottage-by-the-sea. I’ve seen glimpses of the possibility of home, but I’ve been barely able to make the room in which I’ve slept my own. I’ve moved around a lot, too much even for me. It’s been less and more dramatic than it might otherwise have been. But after 2 years of almost homelessness, I have a home now and it is on the opposite side of the world. Continue reading →

Living a double life: wanderlust and homebody

I am a walking, talking, living, combination of wanderlust and homebody. The Double Life How very simple life would be If only there were two of me A Restless Me to drift and roam A Quiet Me to stay at home. A Searching One to find his fill Of varied skies and newfound thrill While sane and homely things are done By the domestic Other One. ~ Donald Blanding. I yearn for a base but am exhilarated by the journey. I love to make a Continue reading →