Monthly Archives: November 2017
I got my feet On the ground And I don’t go To sleep to dream — the prophet fiona — Mo always says dreams are supposed to mean something. I’m still trying to figure out last night’s. I’m running … Continue reading
The biggest problem with being slow in a race is kids. Or more specifically, The Kid. In my extensive clinical research, I have found there is something in the kid mentality that results in an endless series of fartleks in … Continue reading
Back in the old days, I hated turkey trots because they were just a bunch of people who dressed up in costume to have fun and didn’t particularly care about the race. These days, I love turkey trots because they’re … Continue reading
I’m out on the mad dog course. It’s Thanksgiving Day. My Thanksgiving meal is oatmeal and a banana. Both Mo and I work today, so we watched the Macy parade this morning and went our separate ways. I’m alone for … Continue reading
Blow the horn and tap the tambourine Close the gap of the dark years in between You and me, Cassidy — john perry barlow — The cardio guy wants numbers. I’ll give him numbers. I stop at the store on … Continue reading
This is EXACTLY how i’ve always thought of myself. Validation from the medical community is jut the icing on the cake. Now i want cake. Please don’t tell the medical community.