It's definitely December now (a balmy 24 degrees this morning), so I've parked my bicycle in the garage for the next four months and will begin my day with a walking commute up the street to the train station, across Hiawatha Avenue, through…
It used to be that the second day after basketball I'd really feel the pain (it's called DOMS, delayed onset muscle soreness), but I was surprised yesterday morning to find that I wasn't hobbling around as much as I thought I might. It's…
I strive on a fairly regular basis to reduce my natural obliviousness to things (it's a guy thing), but I do not always succeed. Take Tuesday's workout, for instance. I'd been avoiding the gym during the latter phases of its renovation — it…
My father died 30 years ago today, so some of my siblings and I (along with my daughter) will be marking the occasion later this afternoon at a tiny cemetery in Becker, Minn., where he and my mother are buried — along with…
