Healed, but…

Left—October 29th, nearly 4 days after fracturing left foot, fifth metatarsal: Right—December 11th, 6 weeks 5 days post-injury. New, thicker bone filling in the fracture line. I AM HEALED! Shouting from the rooftops!!!!! Alas, keeping boot on till next Thursday to help new bone transition through infancy. Then… Christmas run forthcoming!! My new life will…

Hanging On

5 more days in the gym since Monday. XXXVII days now in the gym with air cast. 6 weeks, 3 days since fracture. I hiked around yesterday for about 23,000 steps. It was a cool winter’s day. And it felt great. Eagerly, I await my final x Ray on Tuesday. I hope it shows complete…

Grinding it Out: Gym XX-XXV

I’m still grinding it out. Faith in the process compels me to push onward in the face of doubts. Tens of thousands of children are starving to death in Yemen. Enough of my bullshit. GYM with fractured foot…1 month & 3 days since injury Synopsis: Sunday, 11/25–Abbreviated Core 4 x ab cycling…:90 seconds each 4…

Gym Work Days VI-VII

Monday, 11/05: Air Running x 2: 2 minutes each time Resistance Band (for hips): 1 minute x 3 each hip Shoulder Press x 4 at 40 lbs Biceps x 4 with about 9 reps each Ab Machine x 4 with 140lbs Hang with crunch x 2 (about 30 crunches each time) Notes: Resistance band hip…

My 5 Worst Running Injuries

5. May-June ’99: Kwai, Botswana Injury & Cause: Some kind of unknown strain in foot occurring one day while racing kids on a dirt road in the middle of the Okavango Delta. Don’t remember how long without running at all, but this thing lingered into the beginning of cross country season and I had to…

War Is Not Peace

Slavery is not freedom. Ignorance is not bliss. Regardless of what they think, my eyes are wide fucking open. Most opt to remain in the darkness, blinded. Led like cattle through the abattoir, bolt gun to the head, doing what they’re told. I want so much to look away. I don’t want to see him…

How Do I Feel?

Hair’s on fire Heart’s beating outta my chest I’m a fucking pack of TNT ready to explode Gunpowder from the grenade in hand burns flesh Restful sleep interrupted by fitful nightmares Fists punching me, hard Lashing in… …lashing out Am I still bleeding? Or, am I healing ? This is All so Fucked I’m sacred….

Down

Sickening feeling Demons devise, devour G-d! Can I be saved?

Next Steps…

Finding myself yet again at a “turning point”–hear that, history students of mine?–I must decide how to move forward.   [see recent posts, including What the F–k is Wrong With Me?!”] Life is indeed short. Way too short to be stuck in a job you don’t have passion for. Way too short to spend all…

In the Blood

Regardless of my travails, I’m home.  While down in a hole, the fragrance of freshly mowed grass reminds me I’m still alive.  John Deeres drive by as I swing on the front porch, leaning to touch the log home.  Rabbits run the field where horses eat as cows swim in their pond.  Geese eat alongside…

What the F–k is Wrong With Me?!

My boy Charlie was right— Not this Charlie… these are the best of times and worst of times. Yes, as many of you all know, I had an amazing expedition to and through Asia this summer. As many of you may not know, I even got to embrace and kiss beautiful women in Thailand &…