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By Craig Cox
Winter has arrived in the form of wet snow and icy sidewalks, so I've retired my bicycle for the duration and have been making the 1-mile trek across the river to my office on foot. I do this each morning with some trepidation, but my knee seems to be improving.
By Craig Cox
When you get to be my age, it's natural to want to gain a little edge here and there against the inevitable forces of physical and mental decline.
By Craig Cox
I’ve been battling a bit of a cold for the past few weeks, somehow managing to keep it at bay with a regular regimen of sleep, vitamins, and the occasional intervention of Echinacea and homeopathic aconite. All in the service of…
By Craig Cox
There’s a scene in Shane, one of my favorite westerns, in which the gunslinger Shane (played by Alan Ladd) and the homesteader Joe Starrett (Van Heflin) do battle with a gnarly old stump in Starrett’s dusty front yard. They go after…
By Craig Cox
A week ago, this knee thing had me a little worried, but it’s been improving pretty steadily in the past few days, to the point that Saturday’s annual taking-in-the-dock ritual didn’t even do it in. I think I’ve written before…
By Craig Cox
The problem with optimism is that it gets you all optimistic. And then you do something you have no business doing. Last week, my knee (yeah, that knee) seemed to be gradually improving, so on Friday I figured it would be OK to…
By Craig Cox
My knee has been killing me lately — a result, I'm guessing, of packing and schlepping a houseful of stuff from our former abode to our current home, a project that has occupied me and my family since my last dispatch more than two months ago.
By Craig Cox
I’m not a guy who visits the doctor very often (if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it), but I do enjoy reading about the Big Medical Breakthroughs that seem to surface in the newspaper every week or so. It’s comforting…
By Craig Cox
OK, so after last Monday’s meandering rant about my tendency to meander around the gym with no particular workout program or plan, I’m happy to note that on my next trip to the gym I came equipped with not just an idea of…
By Craig Cox
A while back, I read a quote from His Holiness the Dalai Lama, who was asked something about what one needs to live a satisfying life. His response: “Routine.” I was thinking about that last night as I was bouncing from one station…
By Craig Cox
I’ve been having a little trouble getting to the gym lately, so a recent article in Science Daily that delved into the mysteries of motivation caught my attention. The piece describes some interesting new research at the University of Illinois that suggests we…
By Craig Cox
Mr. Parkour and I paid a visit last night to Gleason’s Gym, a sprawling gymnastics center artfully hidden in a suburban industrial park just south of the city. This was not my idea, but I tagged along with my housemate/former child out of…
By Craig Cox
The other night, I was standing in the kitchen minding my own business when my son, whom I now refer to as Mr. Parkour, walked in to inquire about something or other, and while awaiting my response grabbed the molding above the…
By Craig Cox
My son and I traveled to the fancy gym in the suburbs last night for a workout.
By Craig Cox
Winter is giving way to spring around here, which makes my morning and evening walking commutes both exhilarating and treacherous. Patches of ice materialize at inopportune times, so mindful walking is the order of the day: one foot in front of the other. I've managed to maintain my footing so far, unlike My Lovely Wife, who has taken a couple of tumbles this winter.
By Craig Cox
After WWII, my father found a job delivering beer to bars and restaurants and liquor stores in St. Paul. This involved schlepping a lot of heavy kegs and cases from his truck to coolers every day, an activity that, over…
By Craig Cox
I was sweating my way through some overhead presses Monday night, when a curious thing happened: I had upped the load to 170 lbs. after a few trial lifts at lower weights, and actually managed to hoist it up there…
By Craig Cox
At the dentist this morning, the hygienist took my blood pressure: 119 over 84, which she told me was “very good.” My resting pulse was 59. Also pretty good, I’m told. I’m trying not to feel smug, which is pretty…
By Craig Cox
I think I mentioned a while ago that my gym got a makeover recently — they really spiffed up the joint, but they relocated the scale in a mysterious place, so I hadn’t been weighing myself. Well, Monday night I…
By Craig Cox
I awoke to a gorgeous Minnesota winter morning — snow blowing sideways from the northwestand 4 inches of the white stuff underfoot as I trekked to the office.
By Craig Cox
An old colleague of mine, who I like to call The Captain (our Air Force careers briefly overlapped in 1970), dropped me a note the other day with an interesting query: Why does he always seem to come up with such great…
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