Monthly Archives: February 2013

The sign of a happy run

I’m running into the wind. I’m not having fun. Mo left me this morning for a new life as a Gypsy Monkey Arteest in northern Arizona. The cat, knowing I’ll forget to feed her anyhow, wants nothing to do with … Continue reading

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And, no, they don’t smell that great

I just noticed that the shorts I wore at Rocky Raccoon are still outside the bathroom where I left them before showering when we got home from the race. Possible conclusions: 1. I am still in a denial stage and … Continue reading

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Signs you’re going to have a good race

You have a cheering squad decked out in your race number.

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My New Balance MT1210 review, part 2

Well, I like them a lot. They fit great. Comfy toe box, snug heel, plenty padded, luggy without catching on stuff. Tongue is just right, inside of shoe is perfect. 8mm drop feels OK. Legs are happy. I don’t even … Continue reading

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My experiment of one

  While reading George Sheehan essays for the millionth time this morning, I came across the essay from which his famous “experiment of one” quote was born:  Each one of us is an experiment-of-one. Each is a unique, never-to-be-repeated event. … Continue reading

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More proof that Mo is a bad person

I had one for dinner last night. Not a Texas burrito. Nothing but beans.

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nowitong jair

I am an old-fashioned guy. You call me on the phone. I say hello. You say “I’m on my way home.” I say “OK.” We hang up. It seems so easy. Mo, on the other hand, has joined the Cool … Continue reading

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