I too used to love Asics— they make shoes up to size 12! Which is a full half size larger than my boat feet!— but now I look at the big poofy heel and cringe. They actually made my shin splints worse. The only thing that cured mine was switching to a minimalist shoe with less cushioning rather than more.

I appreciate the aims and ingenuity of this research, but if the kitten that woke me up last night by attacking my hair had been GLOWING GREEN rather than just a garden-variety kitten, I would have been even more convinced I was being assaulted by a ghost.

Fear not, RoyalWe, I will take it easy. The docs estimated 4 months to heal this thing, so I'm resigned to the fact that it will take about 4 further months to get back to where I was.

I had better luck joining a lifter's/CrossFit gym rather than hiring a personal trainer. Some of them— all the ones I consulted, actually, even the ladies— are just as sold on standard beauty notions and on the myths about what "fitness" means for women as your nearest issue of Cosmo.

Every time I see pictures of Qaddafi it feels like I'm seeing stills from a future movie that wins Alan Rickman an Oscar in, like, 2016.

Seriously. Do those people want to have knees fifteen years from now? Midfoot strike, kids.

It may not be a magic bullet for everyone, but having broken my leg just last week, I can tell you that it definitely works for me. DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID IT WORKS FOR ME! OH GOD THREE MORE MONTHS!

I shop Cosabella (www.cosabella.com) when they're having sales, or look for sales on eBay (new and unused, obvs.). They recently did a collaboration with J.Crew, you might be able to find some at an outlet near you.

Can I just point out that she ran 6.2 miles in less than 31 minutes? That's blazing. What an athlete.

Yeah, if the younger party is over 25, they're safely adults, and it's their business.

"Breaking: Oprah has learned to swim. Repeat: Oprah has learned how to swim. "

'Well, you had 3-ish months to figure it out by 20 weeks, the risks of complications go up, it sort of makes sense.'

Ah, your experience with this sounds like mine. My parents ran a b&b with a restaurant. We lived in the place, in a small apartment, and often Mom and Dad were so run off their feet that dinner would be something from the deep fryer with some iceberg lettuce drenched in ranch on the side. And there was an ice cream…

I always liked "Resisting the Communist Invasion", myself.

Seriously. It's like the story of my life right now: [thisweekinbean.wordpress.com]

Oh no, really? I'd never heard that. I mean, I like Edna St. Vincent Millay as much as the next mortal (or immortal), but shoplifting is just so... so Loki. Small potatoes.

Oh, you've found a god? Was it Hermes? He was supposed to meet me here an hour ago, and he's late, which isn't like him.

Both people set the treadmill to its top speed and see who lasts longest.

Also, too: I ran in Chicago 10/10/10, EGR, and it was way too Goddamn hot. But I'd flown all the way from England to be there and I had a blast, even though I finished in 3:55 instead of the 3:25 I was shooting for. That Goose Island they were handing out at the finish line went straight to my brain.

"Running has made me realize that I can make myself"