The Chapstick

      As promised not all of my literary dwellings will be based on my sexual inhibitions both past and present. I want to take some time to really evaluate, and pat myself on the back for running away from my problems, and right over the half marathon finish line. This all started as I was making my new years resolutions. I have been telling myself since the day I stopped being a size 4 in 2015 that I was going to start running again because I know it is the most effective source of exercise for my body. I had always been a treadmill runner, but that was a private excursion that gave a lot of leeway to me to take the easy way out, and it didn't come with a lot of structure (something I desperately needed). Thus, birthed the goal of running a half marathon.      I was pretty gung-ho when I first started telling people I was going to run the race. Why it didn't occur to me to start with a 10k or something a little less far fetched I will never know, but in true Caitlin fashion

           Welcome to the shit show! I say this as a welcoming to the blogosphere that I will divulge all of my inner most musings whether homo-sexually charged or not. I have wanted to create this space of characters for most of my adult life, and to be honest several years prior when I was a teenager clutching to magazines as if they were the Holy Grail. I learned from a young age watching Elle Woods visit fitness mogul Brook Windam in jail that Cosmopolitan was in fact “the bible”. However, something was constantly missing. I loved perusing the fashion that I would never afford, and the makeup that wasn’t from a drug store, but going through a self-identity crisis I was not really searching for the answers on how to remember my birth control, or what to wear to make him think you’re a “bad girl” (even if you were a 15 year old virgin). Nothing in my life could relate to these articles, and in the mass of how-to's and personal accounts there was nothing there that looked like me,