A mockery
Once, there was this chick.
She made a career out of being profoundly average. Average height, average weight, average salary, average record collection, slightly-poorer-than-average romantic life but she had an average amount of angst about it, so that was cool.
She got bored one day. So she ran a marathon.
Then she realized that she liked writing about running a heck of a lot more than she liked actual running. Plus, she was bored again.
So she started a blog. Where she could write freely about the Denver Nuggets, and Guster, and snowboarding, and her job at The Little Non-Profit That Could, and running (although she's doing a little less of that these days).
And she promised herself she would never, ever lapse into blogspeak. That would be so worst. Obvs.