I'm looking out my window and fresh snow is falling on already three feet high snowbanks along the driveway and I'm questioning the sanity of starting my season in February while living in the Northeast. In past years, I've eased into the season with 5Ks in March, typically around St. Patty's Day, and typically with a race that featured a pint at the end. This year, perhaps to keep me motivated to up the annual mileage or just to avoid using my paternity leave as a crutch to avoid my sneakers, I chose the Old Fashioned Ten Miler in Foxboro tomorrow as my first race of the 2013 season.
I'm not one for small talk. I'm not good at it and I rarely see the point. All the idle chatter is time better spent reading in my opinion. Unless the talk is about books, of course. Then pull up a chair. Let me buy you a drink. If you're the type of person that views carrying a book as a necessary escape hatch for any excursion outside your front door, then you are my people, no questions asked. There is little I like more than reading, browsing, chatting or arguing about books. Book stores are my pilgrimage and book clubs are my catnip. At my day job, the one meeting I will not view askew is the monthly book club. It's one hour where time doesn't drag on and business buzz words don't choke the air. It's my oasis in the management wilderness.
The Half Marathon needs a better name. It sounds like a cop-out, doesn't it? Oh, you couldn't do a full marathon, huh? Opted for the halfsie? By the end of 13.1 miles this past Sunday, I was quite ready to take any abuse, any insult, just to be done. I staggered across the line, legs like dead wood, chest heaving, eyes zeroed in on that finish line with a zombie-like stare. Sounds like fun, right? Why would I possibly subject myself to this? Good question.
Hi, this is Mike’s website. He likes to make things. Some people would say he’s a serial hobbyist. He likes to take photos, bake things, play any sport, grow vegetables, read mysteries, write stories and spend time with his family. Not necessarily in that order.
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