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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 Prescription viagra easy oil change, and that’s where the Game Show begins.  You know that throughout the entire time you’re there – until you’re signing the Generic levitra papers and getting the keys back – there’s a chance that someone is going to come find you with a page, or worse yet, 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 out, there was…

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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, 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 to…

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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, and we haven’t seen him yet!” Our daughter is ten years old, 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, but at…

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Rear View Mirror

Every year when we approach the end of December, 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 best,…

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Darkness Into Light

“I feel great! Took it easy in the first half, 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 disdain, as…

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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, it never seems to feel the way I hope it will. For the unitiated, 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 Taper” arrives. Anyone…

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September 12, 2001

I knew that yesterday while on the Field Trip with Katie’s class, there would be a lot of questions following our time at the 9/11 Memorial. I know she’s aware of the event, but we really haven’t dug deeply into the how, the why, and the who. And then came Paris. Yesterday. While we were looking at the memorial for another day the world was pushed towards darkness, but came back. This morning we talked about it. All of it. I said to Lynda, “I think it’s time for the letter.” She knew what I meant – it’s been there for this moment. I wrote a letter to my child on September 12, 2001, at 3:46PM. I sent it out to a…

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First Families

“Three deep breaths…” I reminded her.  “Relax.  Don’t give it the death grip.” I was just repeating the advice I’d been told a hundred times on a hundred start lines; such a simple thing that always seemed to take that edge off.  She took two good breaths, looked over the water to her right, and exhaled just a bit as the paddle rested on the gunwale.  “Once we get moving, you’ll be too busy to be scared…” I reminded her. “I hope so…” she breathed out.   Back in January 2014, Jim Morris sent me an email that opened with, “I’ve got a crazy idea…”  He had my attention immediately.  “I want to put together a team for the October Philly Dragon…

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Sisyphus and Generic viagra uk the Wild Kingdom

While this is normally a racing sort-of site, you’ll have to allow me the occasional detour for another kind of story. Because when something absurd comes along that has nothing to do with running, training, racing, or other semi-high-speed pursuits, I should go with it. In our house we have four cats. I’ll spare you the details of how that arrangement came to be, so let’s just say that if you feed a stray, and she has kittens on your porch, and you end up adopting them all because your five-year old daughter says, “We have to keep them, because you can’t break up a family…” That’s how you end up with four cats. This means we have four full-time, well-fed, furry…

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