Monthly Archives: November 2017
just another morning conversation, part 72
mo: I can’t find my phone. Can you call it? me, mostly asleep: OK. As it turns out, I”m sitting on it. The phone’s joy buzzer sends me flying 3 feet in the air, and I scream like a little … Continue reading
the day fiona apple got busted at the texas border checkpoint. a photo essay.
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
thank you, new balance
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
running with turkeys
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
the weirdest thing in the history of the world
I got into the car to drive to the track for a short stroll before tomorrow’s race. But that wasn’t The Weirdest Thing In The History Of The World. I was driving home last night from work. Thanksgiving night, pumpkin … Continue reading
