Age 37 Biggest Fear Forgetting my priorities — I tend to invest myself into whatever I happen to be doing . . . sometimes, that “thing” I’m doing? Is entirely unimportant. And if I becomes all encompassing, well, important shit gets lost. I’m constantly telling myself to step back & look at what I’m focusing… Continue reading Where I list the A,B,C’s of Daddy Runs a Lot
Category: Family
Where I ruminate on being sick
Those of you who know me know that I push myself pretty hard — when I’m at work, I work hard. When work out, I workout hard. When I’m not working out or at work, I rehearse/perform hard. I am my own toughest critic, and I demand a LOT of out myself. With the latest… Continue reading Where I ruminate on being sick
Where bullet points quell the silence
We just had my daughter’s fifth birthday party (her actual birthday is this coming weekend, but we held the party when we could maximize attendance). I’m still coming to grips with the fact that I have two five year olds. There are two human beings, of whom I am fully responsible. And they’re both five… Continue reading Where bullet points quell the silence
Where random happens
Just a big ‘ol pile of random today: Yesterday was the last day of preschool for CJ. I am the father of a kindergartner. I’m having issues with this reality. If you’re one of the three & a half regular readers, you’ll know that I take karate with CJ. Often, there are too many of… Continue reading Where random happens
Where I chronicle my kids’ cuter odd-habits
The other night, we went to the drive-in (honestly, it was my first time to the drive-in). Waiting for sunset, my kids were climbing on a large pile of rocks in front of the screen and I was sitting around, just keeping an eye on them. I looked over at Leila a few times &… Continue reading Where I chronicle my kids’ cuter odd-habits
Where I chronicle a busy, fun weekend, renewing the “daddy” part of my handle
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
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
Where a splash & a little bit of lip crack me up
I’ll admit to having a bit of the same identity crisis as my friend Cameron, where I don’t fully know what direction to take this little blog of mine and it’s three & three-quarter readers. I can write about diet & fitness & the like until…whenever. But, well, even I’d grow tired of reading it… Continue reading Where a splash & a little bit of lip crack me up