Participation Medal In The Human Race

“Comparison is the thief of joy” – this is the very commonly used phrase in plaques and posters that litter Inspirational Internet. I also get it a lot, because when I talk about comparing myself to others, it’s the first bullet in the chamber that people shoot my way. It’s a wonderful visual, that thief…

The Tribe Has My Back

There is something to be said about being part of a tribe – even when that tribe is only two people wide. This message was hit home for me today at work. My back has been acting up for the last few days. This isn’t a little soreness from pulling weeds or playing with the…

Walking The Walk

My body has waged war on me. Now, there is nothing serious afoot. Please withhold flowers and singing cookiegrams (although I would graciously take them). I understand that I am probably encroaching on clickbait-style headlines with that start (was this fake news? I don’t know), but sometimes you have to grab them by the cojones…

Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys, Not My Asics, Not My Brooks

I recently wrote about comparing myself, specifically to other runners.  I explored how this was something that cropped up in my life over and over again.  Not with runners per se, but in many other areas of my life.  And like one of those Whac-A-Mole games, when it disappeared from one part of my life,…

The Thief Of Joy

If there is a character defect of mine that likes to weigh me down, it’s that of comparing myself to others.  Yes, I have written about this before, and I am sorry to say, I will probably write about it again. And perhaps again after that. You’ve been warned. I am not sure why, but…

Fetch Me A Thesaurus, Lad – It’s Time For The Word Of The Year

I don’t make new year’s resolutions.  And perhaps outside of some running targets I have in mind, I also don’t have goals.  I don’t do vision boards, and I don’t write down any sort of plans or schemes.  Perhaps I should, but for the most part I don’t like attaching myself to things like that….

Running With Wolves

I guess you can say this is a follow up to my last post about being a lone wolf. Since I wrote that post, I have taken a few actions.  To wit: I finally reached out to my sponsor and had a great discussion.  We caught up on some stuff going on with him, and…

42.2 K Serving Of Humble Pie. Pass The Seconds.

I promise this to be my last running post for a while. Or maybe not.  I am apt to change my mind often, being a flawed human being an all.  You know, that thing. I ran my first ever marathon yesterday.  Many folks have asked me how it went or how it felt, and even…

All Practice, No Perfect

  My son had his track meet the other day.  He loves to run and for the last few weeks, we’ve had to brave the early morning chill to go to the running club practices before school started.  Grades 1-6 would practice in cold, rain and sunshine, learning the skills and timing required for the…

Broken, Unbroken

These days are a blur, in some respects.  A whirlwind and yet standing still in some ways.  Like watching a top spin on the table.  Fixed, and yet eyes lost in the swirls of motion.  I run a lot these days.  I need to.  I like to.  And when I run, my body breaks down…