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Walking The High Wire

The essence of Parenthood in one scenario: Your daughter has a book report due for school tomorrow.  She has had one month to work on it.  She has finished reading the book (as of 11 minutes ago), but has done absolutely zero of the required prep for presenting to her class the following day. Your in-laws have called a Technical Support 911 request.  They have not used their DVD player since 2013, and cannot remember how to power it on and make it connect to the TV.  Normally, not an emergency.  However, they will be babysitting their three-year old granddaughter tomorrow.  They generally get her for 2-4 hours on the weekends, but this would be a full-work-day deal, 8+ hours.  If all…

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Breaking Worse

I do not play professional Jenga, as such a sport does not exist.  However, if it did, I’d be willing to bet that anyone who is tasked with juggling the Holy Trinity of Family, Work, and Training, would be an unstoppable boss.  This is because we have all become masters of moving multiple pieces of our lives in space and time, all while doing what need to be done to ensure that one never affects the other two. Every week I get a schedule from my long-suffering Running Coach, Debi Bernardes.  Luckily for me, none of these workouts are locked into a given day.  I have the usual assortment of Strength Training, Rowing on the C2, and of course, Running and Running…

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The Three Letter Curse

On Friday afternoon I received a text from one of my closest mates, the patriarch of my Circle of Idiots, Brian Gatens (nickname, Leeroy Jenkins). “You did that Chesapeake Bay Swim.  What’s it like?  Thinking about giving it a shot.” If he’d been able to see me, he’d have watched the color drain from my face.  He’d have seen my eyes close.  He’d have watched my head drop, followed by the sound of a long exhale.  He’d have seen a man forced to look back into the eyes of a heartbreak he’d rather not revisit. I replied, “I did.  In 2000.  DNF.  My only one.” I added, “I’ll find the archived race report and post it.” I knew exactly where to look…

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Driving Me Crazy

When you race bicycles, pills you spend a lot of time in tight packs. Even if there are 100+ bodies in the field, you move as one. You feel spaces and gaps in motion around you as much, if not more, than you see them. You also learn that there’s a definite mood – a personality – to any group. Some days the bunch is smooth, flowing, and calm, while on other days it would be ragged, snippy, twitchy, and angry. Those latter, nervous days would be the ones where I would quietly drop to the back of the show, and just get out of the middle before something bad happened. When I drive in traffic, my instincts still operate in the…

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Lost in Translation

Last week I was waiting at the local Toyota dealership while getting the usual routine service done.  We’ve all been there: You go in for what you hope will just be a quick and easy oil change, cheap and that’s where the Game Show begins.  You know that throughout the entire time you’re there – until you’re signing the papers and getting the keys back – there’s a chance that someone is going to come find you with a page, illness or worse yet, diagnosis several pages of things discovered during that routine check that will suddenly start burning through cash like a West Point Cadet going through a bar on a weekend furlough. As I sat in my chair waiting things…

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Do. Not. Quit.

Do. Not. Quit. It’s the second Monday of the New Year. At the risk of being cold: I don’t care how badly you feel, online how tired you say you are, or how much you tell me you want to give up, please don’t quit. I don’t need to know what made you decide to make the change: If you didn’t like something about you and you want to make it different, that’s enough for me.  You have good intentions, you had energy to start things off, but the issue you have right now is a tough, albeit temporary one, it’s one of timing. Because of what the calendar says, this is the most popular time of year for people to start…

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Santa And The White Flag

“So when are we going to see Santa this year?  Christmas is only two more weeks, sale and we haven’t seen him yet!” Our daughter is ten years old, prostate and normally a question like that around Christmas would be the kind of thing you’d want to grab onto with both hands. For a ten year old to still want to talk to Santa, that’s a pleasant surprise. By age ten children are definitely starting to understand the world around them; there’s a lot less magic to be found, less awe, and often disappointment tinged with, “Awww…” when they begin to grasp the reality that’s been in front of them all this time.  As parents we look to the child to grow,…

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Rear View Mirror

Every year when we approach the end of December, find I write a year-end summary for inclusion in our Christmas Cards.  I know that many times when you get a year-end letter, it’s easy to crinkle your knows at the overly optimistic tone.  I look at some of them and see that everything is sunny, bright, cheery, and carefree.  Their travels were perfect, the kids are usually all captured looking well-behaved, fit, and lovely. And I think to myself, “Who the f*ck looks like this?” Nobody, that’s who.  It’s part of the folly of the season, to somehow share this image of family and perfection that is patently absurd, because we all know it – those glimpses of perfection are fleeting at…

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Darkness Into Light

“I feel great! Took it easy in the first half, sovaldi sale and I have lots left in the tank!” There are very few rules for running a marathon, but there are certain mores that have to be honored. One of them is that if you feel good, you never, ever broadcast this to the runners around you. I didn’t know who said it, but I pretty much wished for a piano to fall out of the sky on him right then and there. It’s one thing to feel good in a marathon, but beaming about it…that’s just asking for trouble. I took some delight in watching the heads on those around me pivot to the right with the same slow, purposeful…

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Fighting Demons

I hate tapering. It is the ultimate “Grass is Always Greener” Pasture of Muppets sort of never-ending plummet that I still haven’t come to grips with in almost 30 years of racing.  Despite thinking that it’ll be the ultimate recharge for a weary body, sovaldi sale it never seems to feel the way I hope it will. For the unitiated, sovaldi the “Taper” is the cutback in mileage that you must do at the end of a long (many month) training cycle to allow the body to recuperate and be at its sharpest for race day.  When the hard work is done, and the final hard workouts have been put behind you, it is with a sense of welcome relief that “The…

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