Earlier today, one of the football dads asked what the purpose of yoga was. Contemplating my response, I thought about how, in addiction to it being different is for each person, yoga is different for me from one day to the next. Some days I arrive … [Continue reading]
Talking with Myself
Sometimes the voice inside your head is helpful. Other times, NOT. Unfortunately the conversation with Myself during today's 80 mile ride was not filled with the sort of messages that encourage one to forge on with any sort of enthusiasm. True or … [Continue reading]
don’t tread on me
It was one of those days when bad news and little troubles seemed to be coming at me from all directions. I couldn't wait to leave the office and roll out for a short ride home. Unfortunately, ANOTHER flat tire awaited. I sat on the grass with my … [Continue reading]
Escape to the backcountry
Countless mosquito bites means that any one of you could spend hours and hours drawing pictures on my back in connect-the-dot like fashion. Honestly, it is no exaggeration to say that there is an excess of 100 bites now welting up and driving me … [Continue reading]
fears, tears, and prayers
After scanning the long list of articles, I picked one article from the NY Times' paper to read this morning. Describing the challenges of soldiers returning home from deployment, I could not help but worry about my BoBo. Today he remains on U.S. … [Continue reading]