A while ago I decided to that I wanted to become proficient in the sport of 40ish dads everywhere: triathlon.
Unfortunately, this means I need to learn how to swim. 648 more words
I’m in a gym for the first time in my life.
It was inevitable. I need to keep up the running regimen I began last year, but living in the north makes it difficult to run long distances with any regularity, since the sun is long gone both before and after work, and all the sidewalks are slicked over with ice, and the roads are clogged with panicked drivers zig-zagging around, over, and through each other in an attempt to slide their way home without too many head-on collisions. 584 more words
The latest installment of my new frantic tradition brings me into uncharted territory.
You may recall from last week’s lunch post that I established a goal of writing a blog post every Tuesday during my thirty-minute lunch break, posting exactly whatever I was able to eject in that time period–no more, no less. 436 more words