Because Putting of the Words Together and Such Is Hard
“...I'm pretty sure, for instance, my grandfather never looked at the year ahead and said, "I'll consider 1946 good if by this time next year I have run in place for 600 miles and have the ability to lift 200 pounds of metal over my head.’”...
“The Y is like a museum of the aging process.”
. . . And THEN I started to wonder if we're ALL ghosts to each other. . .
I'm thinking about writing a book called Where the Sidewalk Ends. My version will not be a classic book of quirky, lovable poetry for young and old alike. Mine will be about middle-age man who goes on a stroll during lunch in an industrial park, gets lost, and has to dodge semi-trucks and forklifts in … Continue reading The Dangers of Cardio
In which I am shamed by the fact that I need digital encouragement to perform a function as fundamental as moving. Or something.
I don't mean to brag, but I've been on quite the running streak lately. Most days this week, as a matter fact. On a slightly related subject, every time I get about a quarter mile into my run, I turn around to see a figure in a black, hooded robe and carrying a large sickle, floating about … Continue reading Runner’s High?
Note: I dispense, for now, with the "aside" nonsense. Fiction is difficult. Inane observations which spill over from a semi-odd brain are somewhat easier. And if I ever resume posting "fictional" chapters, then the "asides" will cease to be nonsense, and will be once again be high art indeed! (Or something.) I don't necessarily believe … Continue reading Gym-splaining
I saw that today is Global Running Day (because, why not?). In honor of the occasion, I should share that I went running yesterday. I don't mean to brag, but -- and I swear this is true -- I didn't die. It was a good outing. On a totally unrelated subject, is it true that a … Continue reading Happy Global Running Day!
