When I was in my teens, I couldn’t be bothered with changing into running attire for any run less than 6 miles in distance. It wasn’t that I refused to run anything shorter; I just would not change out of my street clothes to do so. Generally, runs … [Continue reading]
All Caught Up
On the return leg of a post-work ride, another cyclist rode up beside me at a light. I gave my customary “hey,” thereby acknowledging his existence and fishing for a read on how gun-ho he would be when the light changed to green. Much to my surprise, … [Continue reading]
Back2School
With YaYa’s birthday falling the day before the start of a new school year things were a little more hectic this morning despite a weeklong effort to get organized. Of all the things that could have slowed us up, getting dressed was the last thing … [Continue reading]
making the best of it
The distance of my long rides is making its ascent. Paired with YaYa’s football schedule, I am hard-pressed to find a time slot adequate to fit the required time-in-the-saddle needed to go the scheduled distance. My mind thinks back to how I handled … [Continue reading]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YAYA!
Lately, it seems, I’ve been a little fixated on my boys growing up. They do that. I know. Still, it seems to be staring me in the face recently. I remember when YaYa hit double digits (age wise). We made a big deal out of it. Tom ranted and I raved. … [Continue reading]