Where I remember I’m Daddy Runs a Lot
Sometimes, I need to remind myself who I am. I’m a father, a son, a brother, a husband, a musician, some kind of weird technical person, a joker,
a weekend toker, Some people call me Maurice. And I am Daddy Runs a Lot.
What am I not? Daddy Writes a Lot1
So I’ve abandoned you, my dear,
six and three-quarter loyal blog readers. Life has been . . . crazy, to say the least. I’ve missed writing here, though. Also, I’ve missed reading your words — the only non-filed, non-deleted emails I have in my inbox are advertisements promising me a humongous cock if I simply pay $8,294,211 for some magic pills blogs from you blog authors who I love to visit, but just haven’t made the priority to do so. It’s really my fault, though, actively choosing to work while at work and then *gasp* play with my kids.
But, alas, I miss writing.
Lack of writing has not left me not running, however. In fact, I’ve been running with regularity as of late. It’s kind of wonderful. See, a little while ago, I switched jobs, and with the new job is an in-house gym and locker room. And in the locker room is a shower. The only thing that was keeping me from regular running, in the past, was this stupid belief that I should shower after I run because I believed my coworkers would take my post run scent2 poorly.
On top of the regular “just for the fun of it” runs, of course, there are actual running events. This year, I’ve:
- Run a half marathon in conditions that I can only define as “blizzardly.”
- Went running along the beach, as I am wont to do.
- Went on an epic road trip to Canada to run a 5k (dressed as a pirate whilst wearing a kilt) and then running the most beautiful half-marathon course imaginable3
- Set my personal record in the half-marathon running the Hershey Half Marathon for my sixth time.
Oh, yeah, and I ran the New York Marathon4.
It’s funny — the weather is crappy today; the recent news has me wanting to binge eat ice cream whilst binge drinking bourbon whilst binge watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer; if I try to stand on one leg for more than 5 seconds, my entire body starts to cramp . . . yet I’m still drawn to run. Heck,
if I didn’t have to play with my organ in front of a crowd if the bishop wasn’t going to be in (meaning it would be a really crappy week for me to ditch my organist duties), I’d seriously be considering breaking the post-New York Marathon running fast by running the Harrisburg marathon. I’ve felt horrible after a marathon before and I had a really bad moment running this past one . . . but, unlike before, my head never caved . . . and dare I say, Daddy Runs a Lot may be back.
Just don’t call it a comeback. I’ve been here for years.