My buddy Eric and I are fans of Led Zeppelin. Thirty years ago, anytime their brilliantly flawed concert film The Song Remains The Same was screening at midnight, we’d be there. Didn’t matter how many times (hundreds? thousands?) we’d heard Kashmir or How Many More Times, at some point during an evening out, we’d have the Mighty Zeppelin cranked up high. Few have been the phone calls over a lifetime which haven’t had at least one mention of the band.
I read a post by a friend on Facebook who is a runner. She described the miles she ran as “money in the bank”. I was reminded of this post this just past Labor Day weekend and it provided motivation when it was most needed.
As is my habit now on a weekend day, I walked down yesterday to the towpath and did my weekly long run. Four slow steady miles. I felt pretty good at the end of the run. Whenever I get impatient and think that I’m not progressing fast enough, I need to think about how painful a half mile was six weeks ago.
My breathing was ok and I didn’t really feel any muscular discomfort. The only minor issue I seemed to have was in my lower back and my hips. I felt..tension…more than anything else.
Four miles is an important distance. It’s about the length of the run I would make if I started from my house, ran down and through the park and back down Washington Street to my house. The only difference being the enormous hill smack dab in the middle of it. This circuit is what I’d prefer to run on a daily basis, rather than the out and back routes I’m now accustomed to. Because of that hill, though, I’ve got to do a bit more work until that’s my routine.
Next weekend I’ll probably try for four again, in the opposite direction on the towpath toward Brunswick. The following week I’ll take a page from some of the stuff I’ve seen on Hal Higden’s website and cut it back to three miles before embarking on that magic five.
Off day today. I’ll feel antsy, I know it.
How many new starts? How many leaves turned over? How many new dawns? New beginnings?
So many that hope finally started to wane this spring. I guess I could have been excused for being especially slothful over such a brutal winter. Still, as the weather warmed, motivation seemed very difficult to come by. My usual MO of getting up at 4:50 AM to walk seven miles a day seemed to me like torture. I was also well aware of my history of overreaching in the early stages of new leaf turning/new starts/new beginnings/new blah blah blah…
Jacob Marley (Mon Chi Chi…or simply Chi Chi to his friends) is a creature of the night. Now, he gets along very well with the dogs. He is generally not bothered by them and they do not mind the little swipes he takes as they walk by. He really comes a live at night when they are put to bed in their crate. Once they are in bed we leave the baby gate open, so he has the run of the house
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My 9/11 remembrance actually begins on September 9th, 2001. Leslie and I were scheduled to take a long anticipated trip to Alaska. It had been a dream of hers and ever since I’d spent a day in Anchorage in the middle of winter on a layover back to Japan, I’d always wanted to go back there and explore further.
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Every now and again I stumble upon a paragraph, a sentence or phrase that perfectly encapsulates how liberals think. This morning I was reading another Joan Walsh diatribe on Salon (no..I didn’t go there of my own free will…I was redirected by RealClearPolitics) about the filthy, parasitic imperialist, capitalist vampires: the Rich. Walsh bemoans the casualties in “the war against the middle class”, which would increase dramatically if the Bush tax cuts were made permanent:
” And it could throw the country back into the recession from which it’s barely recovered, since paying more money to the uber-rich would make spending on jobs or any other kind of recovery measures almost impossible.”
Continue reading “A Clarifying Moment”
Debate continues to rage about plans to build the Cordoba House, a mosque and community center, some 600 feet from the Ground Zero site in New York. Many consider these plans a gross act of insensitivity. Some question motives of the project’s chief booster, Abdul Rauf, who refuses to recognize Hamas as a terrorist organization and who, shortly after the 9/11 attacks, stated that he did not think the US “had it coming”, before implying that it did. Even the proposed name of the site stirs up controversy. Cordoba was the capital of Muslim occupied Spain. Some suggest the name symbolizes 9/11 as a victory in Islam’s war over the corrupt West. Proponents of the mosque say it is an act of outreach by the moderate Muslim community; an attempt to heal the wounds caused by 9/11.
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I just got back from Sushi Friday, a tradition here at work which has shifting group of folks from our department heading over to the local Japanese steak house for some hibachi or, of course, sushi.
When one thinks back on the wreckage of a marriage, one looks for silver linings so as not to face the fact that a decade of misery were all for naught. Alas, my daughter and stepson were more than worth every second of woe during those ten years. Also, without my ex, I may never have tried sushi…
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Even a broken clock is right a couple times a day…
“We thank God that our enemies are idiots.” – Mahmoud Ahmadinejad