Anger and Fresh Flowers

This has happened twice lately: I’ve bustled out of the house hot with anger, driven to the gym, busted my butt, and emerged cool, wise and free. Okay, that’s an exaggeration.  I emerge less angry, no doubt, but definitely not wise, nor free, at least not for any longer than the endorphin rush lasts. Within […]

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Footprints: Remember the Name

I am tired. It is only another 400 meters until I reach my driveway – the finish line as it were – and I’d really like to walk this last stretch. I don’t though. I turn my attention to the song on my IPod, to following the lyrics. Remember the Name. 10% luck, %15 skill,, 20% […]

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T-33: The Countdown Begins

The countdown begins: Warrior Dash, the third instalment, takes place in five weeks’ time. This year, we’ve invited more friends and family to join us: a dozen mud-covered participants in all. I began training earlier, too, though three months is hardly time enough to generate any kind of cardio endurance. I’ll be in better shape, sure, but I’m quite […]

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Remember You’re an Animal

Today I feel like a cross between a reference book and a coin sorter, making sense and order of a thousand disparate details and translating the legalese lot of it into plain English. Most days, I enjoy my work, but then most days, I am not chained to my chair for hours at a time. […]

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One Leap Forward, Two Steps Back

Not much feels better than standing in triangle, face turned skyward, watching puffs of white dandelion float past against a pure blue sky, the breeze warm against my cheek. Not much feels better than unfolding myself from my office chair and running out the door and around the block, a different kind of wisdom burbling up from […]

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Getting out of the Cage

I need to escape the cage that is my house, free my body from the trap that is my mind. It’s funny. I often look at our pets, two-housebond cats, Miley and Mazey, and lament that they are confined inside the house all day, all year long, every day of their lives. They are animals, […]

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What Can it Hurt?

Is that how I signed off my last post? This is how it hurts: quads on a foam roller. Ouch! I had no idea my quads were capable of that degree of pain. I didn’t know that I could roll every muscle in my body on that darn thing either. Apparently torturing myself with the […]

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