My poor performance at the marathon had been looming over my head for a full week, which isn’t entirely horrible. Because, with the way my mind works, I’ve been figuring out how I can run the distance again, and run it better, and do better, and, you know, actually feel like I ran a marathon.… Continue reading Where I chronicle a busy, fun weekend, renewing the “daddy” part of my handle
Month: April 2015
Where I have a little chat with myself about preparation & disappointment
Four hours. It’s my goal time for the marathon — it’s FAR slower a time than “Boston Qualifying.” But, it’s a nice-round number. And, well, it works for me, at present. Four hours — it’s what I’m striving for. That said, today’s marathon, I knew I wasn’t going to hit four hours. I can tell… Continue reading Where I have a little chat with myself about preparation & disappointment
Where the belt test is slain
One could argue that I’m moderately fond of my children. My life is far from perfect. I’m not the world’s most perfect father. Or husband. I’m not a perfect musician or writer or runner. I am not perfect. Nothing I produce is perfect. Nothing I attempt yields perfect results. Probably the only “perfect” thing in… Continue reading Where the belt test is slain
Where the belt test looms
Last weekend, I ran a half marathon. This coming weekend, I have a full marathon. I’m Daddy Runs a Lot. You’d think my thoughts would be focused on the running. But they aren’t. That first word is Daddy — and that’s a big word. The meat in the running sandwich, this week, is a karate… Continue reading Where the belt test looms
Where I try to plan for the busy stretch
You’ll have to excuse me as, again, I find myself turning to this here blog to try to keep the crazy at bay . . . I have a particularly busy stretch coming ahead, and need to plan it out, so I figure the three and three-quarters of you still reading will keep from unsubscribing… Continue reading Where I try to plan for the busy stretch