Where I think about how I got here.

After 40 minutes of pedaling, I was a sweaty mess thinking “I can’t believe I used to do this all the time.” See, I haven’t been doing much in the way of cardio lately. Heck, I’ve barely been doing any cardio. But, it was a Monday, my legs were sore, I had over an hour… Continue reading Where I think about how I got here.

Where I dust off the blogging cobwebs with bullet points

At one time, I thought I was busy — then I became a parent. However, over the busiest weekend I ever remember having, I barely saw my own kids. Friday, I worked & played a show. Saturday, I woke, ran a Zombie 5k, played an alumni concert with my college jazz band, played a show,… Continue reading Where I dust off the blogging cobwebs with bullet points

Where I try to get through a funk with bullet points

I’m in a funk — I don’t know why I’m in a funk, but I am . . . and writing, well, it becomes a chore when I’m in a funk. So today, you get bullet points from my draft folder. The new Yahoo! CEO put the kibosh on working from home. For an internet… Continue reading Where I try to get through a funk with bullet points

Where I check in during a weight-loss challenge

Again, I’m a “weight is just a number” guy, but that doesn’t change the fact that my body was growing in all of the wrong ways toward the end of last year. Part of that might have just been holiday madness, but mostly it was that I was getting into bad habits: I’d skip breakfast,… Continue reading Where I check in during a weight-loss challenge

Where me put fancy word things to brain burps

I’m tired, and it’s cold, and my life has been a bit crazy, so anything fancier than bullet points won’t ever get published. It’s really freaking cold – so cold that one of my dogs, the other day, when I started getting ready to take the dogs for a walk, said “meh,” and decided to… Continue reading Where me put fancy word things to brain burps

Where I just write whatever the heck comes to mind

It’s snowing, so I’m using that as an excuse to bring out the bullet points. Again. Because that’s what I do. I ran a Turkey Trot 10k over Thanksgiving. Why, oh why, in a packed race, where there are clearly delimited starting areas for runners of every speed, would you choose to walk, while pushing… Continue reading Where I just write whatever the heck comes to mind