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LOVE LETTER TO READERS AND SUBSCRIBERS

Who remembers the first love letter you wrote? Did you send it? Either way, it’s all about the intent. You were moved to express your feelings. I don’t know about you, but I remember my first.

MUSCLE MEMORY? REMEMBER THEM

Muscle memory is a warning of what you didn’t do today. Nothing is sore, nothing feels stretched, and you’ve got an inner-thigh cramp you rubbed out. That the cramp hit the evening of a big family dinner downtown Portland with a belly-dancer working the room shouldn’t matter. It just looks suspicious, as you were reminded […]

HUMAN PROJECT OF YOU

A human project is easy to find. They’re all around because everyone is a project in some stage of completion. The secret? It’s never complete, but there are signs of progress.

MELANCHOLY NOSTALGIA? WHERE DO I SIGN

Melancholy nostalgia is no one’s idea of a good time. Nostalgia alone is more than enough. Those ‘good old days’ never looked better until you start scratching around. Add a dose of melancholy to clear things up.

MARATHON MINDSET OFF THE TRACK

I hear marathon mindset and the number 332 pops up. Three hours and thirty-two minutes, the longest 3:32 I can remember. Soooo long it felt never ending, but it all worked out after twenty-six miles. If things don’t work out, then it’s not the end, which is often a problem.

DIFFERENT TIME, DIFFERENT PLACE

The past is a different place, different yet familiar. Maybe too familiar? Familiar like you remember it now differently than you used to remember? Here’s how I remember it:

MEMORABLE MOMENTS THAT STICK

This was a most memorable moment from the early years. One headline for life. It covers all of the important stuff: My name is spelled right, it’s a Greco-Roman tournament, and it’s North Bend.. There’s only one thing missing:

GIVING UP THE FIRST TIME

I don’t remember giving up, quitting, rising the white flag. But here we are, and I’m not alone. There’s the rocking chair, the TV, the food delivery. As long as everything lasts, why not rot away quietly? Why not? Here’s why not with Kurt Vonnegut:

BREAKING STRIDE, LOSING MOMENTUM, PICKING IT UP

Breaking stride matters when you’re the lead horse in a harness race. Do that and you’re disqualified. What happens when you breakdown in your regular day to day life? Who notices that? You. Or you should, since everyone else does.

LANCASTER TO CAMBRIDGE? MISSION POSSIBLE

Lancaster to Cambridge after eight days in Thurnham Hall? Looking at a four hour drive after six hours riding around the Lake District. Luckily I had a decompression day yesterday for lifting in the gym, a sauna, and a walk out in the fields before a nice dinner. Vacation, right? Or ‘Mission Possible.’