Running Man, the 2011 Edition

The Year of Health ended just a few days ago. If I had to add it up I’d say I came out on the plus side of things last year. On the positive: I quit smoking 48 weeks and nearly 2 days ago. I weighed in the neighborhood of 165. I completed my fastest half-marathon…

Run Fatboy Run, a Tale of Addictions

My routine has been upended. This is neither a tale of woe nor sorrow although in the beginning it certainly sounds that way. Like everyone else on the planet, I’m prone to fits and bouts of depressive-ness. This is not one of those times. I started running at the end of April, 564.8 miles ago.…

Runners

I’ve land-locked myself in Berlin. Since I never quite refresh my four years of high school German, I can understand almost nothing that’s being said around me. Consequently, I stick pretty close to home most days because I don’t want to be “that guy,” wandering around saying: Ich spreche kleine Deutsch. Auf English, bitte. I…

Lethargy

My body is slowly adjusting to the +6 time zone despite a little set back last week. I’m convinced the alcohol- and smoke-free body has much to do with that although I’m also convinced that my eating habits need to change considerably. As I ramp up my exercise, I’m finding myself increasingly tired throughout the…

Running…(88 of 90)

If I’m not careful with myself, I loop. My mind works in an odd way, one that I’ve written about here and there before. It’s not anything crippling or debilitating, but it’s certainly a thing. The world in my head works in a very specific way. There’s no getting around that. Still, it’s not entirely…

7:53 (73 of 90)

23 months is a long time. We’ve covered that fertile ground before. I’m sure we’ll cover it again. Today, though, it was all about 7:53. Because today was my timed mile. Not that I have it planned and plotted out. I know my workout regiment well enough to tinker with it. Even during the dark…

The Burn (59 of 90)

I was never a great athlete, but I could hit a baseball. And catch a ball from just about any angle on the field. And I was quick. Not blazing fast, but sharp like a glass edge. The kind of speed you need in a game like baseball. Plus, I was smart about the game.…

Phlegm (24 of 90)

I’m three weeks into my actual attempt to quit smoking (as opposed to my Year of Health, first month waffling). It’s a good feeling, most of the time. I’ve always had a motor that goes 100 miles per hour, but alcohol and cigarettes kept it running at a much more manage-able rate. (For all practical…

Questioning Things: Your Time To Ask (21 of 90)

Yesterday was interesting beyond description. Although truth be told, it may only be interesting to me. And the description may matter less to you. Still. I started a little Twitter meme #BeatWinter in an attempt to get people to stop focusing on cabin fever and instead share what makes them happy. The blog post I wrote…