There is a strip mall near my house that is home to the following stores: a running shoe store, a performance supplement store, a fitness facility, a shoe repair store, a podiatrist, a pharmacy, and a Baskin Robbins. It's like a metaphor for the life cycle of the semi-motivated middle-age man. Stage 1: "I've GOT to … Continue reading Life Cycles
“The Y is like a museum of the aging process.”
. . . And THEN I started to wonder if we're ALL ghosts to each other. . .
. . . Well, my writing teachers in college warned against the "overuse" of "quotation marks," and that little bit of wisdom was obviously "wrong," . . .
I realize that many blogging purists probably don't use Facebook. However, I more or less appreciate it for what it is, and as I'm trying to build a readership while at the same time developing a voice, etc, I need to use whatever media I can. So, I'm in the middle of a push to … Continue reading 95 before 41
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?
I didn’t make the 40 posts by my 40th birthday, a fact which surprises no one and for which many are rejoicing. I did, however, write one further (insufferably long and possibly rambling) post before I ride off into the sunset to shop for a recliner with plenty of lower back support and to find a … Continue reading The Cabinet (aka: 40by40 Admission of Failure)
I shared the (SOMEWHAT) tongue-in-cheek post which follows with my Facebook friends yesterday, as a sort of "last hurrah" post; I do plan to take some time off of my personal FB page, where I've done most of my "writing" the past few years, after my "milestone" birthday next week (a mostly random-if-symbolic, but ultimately … Continue reading 40 Posts by 40 Years Old (i.e. 6 days)
I shared the following with my FB friends on Wednesday. I include it here because it's easier than writing something new this morning. And, interestingly enough, I'm still recovering. Happy Friday, All! In my youth, I would play a lot of basketball. Often times it was with older men, men UNBELIEVABLY old, like in their … Continue reading Ode to the “Elderly” Baller – Redux