There are times we grow old and times we grow young. This is about one of the latter.
A last update from a dear friend and some thoughts on more versus enough.
How many more runs, climbs, hugs of the people you care about most do you have in this short, precious life? Maybe not as many as you think.
A little something to remind me of why I run and what I run for in a world where the running media seems to focus on either training for races or long-term health benefits. The slowrunner runs to run and for no other reason.
Did you know that it is about as long between today and the bombing of Pearl Harbor as between the bombing and the start of the Civil War? I’ve collected a few other “midpoint” juxtapositions that, at least for me illustrate a tension between the past and my perception of the past. Thus, Past Tense.
In which your hero is spared a life of arrogance and stunted creativity thanks to a relay race gone wrong and a pedophile.
Essays on life after 80 by a former poet laureate and musings on life at 56 by a random blogger of no particular note.
Definitely not whimsical. I wrote the first draft of this perhaps ten years ago and it reflects, as well as I could in hindsight, the funhouse mirror of my mind at 21. It wasn’t pretty. But if you love someone who is depressed, this might help you understand just a little bit better. If you are depressed, maybe it will give you a little bit of hope. For what it’s worth, I have not felt this way in decades.
We are tracked too aggressively on the web. I am opting out and, while you’re on my blog, I’m opting you out too.
The story of a visionary president, a moonshot and the most powerful toilet bowl cleaners known to man.