Hey everyone – it’s me! You know, that goofy guy who pretends to write every now & then! Well, I’m still around. Obviously, I’m not writing as much as I once did. Simply, other things have taken precedence in the hierarchy of priorities in my life. These days, if it’s not actively ensuring the welfare… Continue reading Where I start a new workout plan
Category: Karate
Where I wonder where the time goes as I break out of a rut
The plan was straight-forward: I’d ensure that I have enough time, on the weekday mornings mornings, to do all of the things I need to do1 and get a bare-bones work out2 in. Even if workout plans for the whole day fall apart, the theory was, I, at least, started the day with more pull-ups… Continue reading Where I wonder where the time goes as I break out of a rut
Where I poke my head in during a busy streak
So it’s been far too long since I’ve posted – and as I’m wont to do when I try to get myself back in a writing groove, I present bullet points: As soon as Duffy and the kids leave for school in the morning, Luna, my cat, likes to follow me around. Every now &… Continue reading Where I poke my head in during a busy streak
Where I wonder just what is running through my dog’s mind
Tuesdays are crazy days for me. As with every morning, I start at 5 by walking Benji, then deal with a choreographed routine mixing in a workout alongside: getting the kids dressed, making coffee, preparing lunches for the family, and ensuring said family gets out of the door. Once those essentials are out of the… Continue reading Where I wonder just what is running through my dog’s mind
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 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 I present a huge helping of random before the holidays
I have figured out what my introduction music would be, if I were a major league baseball player: First three innings: Grieg’s In The Hall of the Mountain King (from Peer Gynt) Second three innings: The cannon-firing portion of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 overture Final three innings: First movement from Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony (right from the start)… Continue reading Where I present a huge helping of random before the holidays
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.