On Monday I had a conversation about my mom with a fifty-year old woman who had also lost her mother. Her mother had been sick for some time, and she died peacefully in a hospice, holding her daughter’s hand. The woman told me her mother had had a stroke, but that somehow she smiled just… Read more »
Posts Tagged: exercise
Before You Came into My Life
I’ve had my Nike Fuel Band for 294 days. I know this because one of the statistics it tracks is how many days you’ve been “active”, and I have worn it every single day since I got it. I can’t begin to tell you what a great motivational tool it is. I am a little… Read more »
Scribbled Drunk on a Postcard, Sent from Somewhere Volcanoes Are
It’s tough to be upset about a day that includes a ten-mile run before breakfast, lunch at The Stand, and a trip to Disneyland. But here we are. For the very first time since Kelly gave me my Nike Fuel Band almost a year ago, I didn’t wear it all day. I started leaving it… Read more »
It Ought to Be Easier
It’s really hard for me to wrap my head around the idea that Tim might not make it in the NFL. It seems absurd to me. When my alarm rang at six this morning, there was a text waiting for me that read, “Heard Tebow was cut from NPR before ESPN.” My first thought was… Read more »
Sub-9 for 10
I love when I hit my 4000 Fuel Point goal early in the day; then I don’t have to sweat it. This morning I hit my goal before eight o’clock and was able to relax all day. I had to take the car into the shop to get new brakes this morning so I knew… Read more »
Gonna Fly Now
I have been absolutely nuts for oranges and orange juice lately. I remember when I was a little kid I would go through phases during which I craved OJ like mad, but it’s been probably twenty-five years since the last time that happened. But now I’m drinking two or three glasses every morning and eating… Read more »
Mall Parking Lots / on Holidays
I knocked out a quick four miles after watching all the drama in Boston on Friday night. I spent most of the run thinking about Miranda rights and terrorism and democracy. And when I wasn’t thinking about those things I was thinking about how much I wished I could talk to my mom about those… Read more »
A Man Can Stand Up
My dad grew up in Somerville, spitting distance from the Davis Square T next to Tufts. When I was a little boy I would walk the city with him and he would tell me the fascinating story behind every brick and cobblestone. Who drank at this pub, how old this store was, this is where… Read more »
Sunday Afternoon
We had seriously considered going to Disneyland today, but my little boy had a stuffy nose and was feeling generally under the weather. He kept asking for, “Small World ride?” but it just didn’t seem like a good idea to take him. Instead he and I snuggled in bed all day watching The Masters. (He… Read more »
Best Wishes to Your Black Lung
I’m trying every day to simply (!) meet my Nike Fuel Points goal. I can’t stand looking at my Fuel Band late at night and seeing I still need to exercise a bit to hit 4,000 points. So I’ve been making a serious effort to knock out as many points as I can as early… Read more »