One of the buffer guys at the gym on Monday was wearing a very tight T-shirt with this message: "An awkward morning is better than a boring night." I've had a few awkward mornings since I last posted -- though…
OK, this is weird. Against my better judgment, I shuffled my pathetic ancient body downstairs to the gym after work last night and went through a slightly truncated version of my normal goal-averse routine (elliptical danger machine, lifting, etc.) expecting…
Remember the scene in It's a Wonderful Life when Jimmy Stewart's sitting at Martini's bar and prays for deliverance from his financial crisis only to get slugged by Mr. Welch, the school teacher's husband? (OK, so you never saw the…
I climbed on the treadmill last night and, after a five-minute walking warm-up, jogged a mile at a 4 mph pace. This would've been excruciatingly boring had it not been for the intriguing pain gripping both of my calves. Actually,…
It's a muggy day for a bicycle commute, even one that lasts only 15 minutes, and this morning it's made more challenging by the soreness in my left shoulder. I must have strained a muscle there while lifting last night.…
I've been riding my bike into work recently, but today, which promises thundershowers after work, I decided to hoof it. My lovely wife will drive me home after the gym if the forecast holds true. I had almost forgotten how…
