Ghosts in the Grass: Middle of the Fifth
Where life and death were not actually life and death, but euphemisms for succeeding and failing.
Where life and death were not actually life and death, but euphemisms for succeeding and failing.
My whole life I always assumed Divine Intervention lead the New York Mets to win the 1986 World Series. However, what if it wasn’t Divine Intervention? What if it was the exact opposite?
I met the challenge of 100 miles before the end of the year, today, with 18 days to spare. While I am happy about it, I did fail at the […]
With my tail between my legs, I am back. I got hurt on my last run at the beginning of October. I was pissed in my stupidity of how I […]
Andrea asked me how far I planned to go today and I told her I’d see how far my body would take me. That was exactly 1.5 miles. And it […]
I went to bed last night thinking I would run five miles this morning. Instead, I ran just two miles. While they were a really good two miles, I was […]
I did another morning run today between rain drops. It was a confidence boosting run as it didn’t begin well and I went out in a bad mood, but it […]
Tough run today. Technology issues – GPS turned off, music wouldn’t play and headphones that wouldn’t connect – caused a lot of frustration early on that felt tough to run […]
Today was another early run at the Lehigh Parkway. Benjamin has his cross country practice there, so I took advantage of that to get my own run in. To recover […]
Even through the music from my ear buds I hear every step in the gravel along the way. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The sun has not yet made its way above […]