This afternoon I went to the doctor, for my various ailments: high cholesterol, a dodgy looking toenail, my busted hand (which appears to be tendonitis and thankfully not a fracture), my busted knee (which appears[…]
As they say, karma is a bitch. Or rather, if you make your children weep with sadness, you’re going to have to go to a water park.
It wasn’t until I was watching the safety video on the Singapore Airlines flight to Malaysia that it really hit me how much I miss being able to run. I suppose if you’re going to[…]
I don’t think I’ve read any cheerful biographies this year, tthoughat least this one didn’t make me weep. On my way to Bangkok today, I finished reading the biography of George V. Higgins, the "Balzac[…]
Two Hours, a book about marathons, was something I only found out about via a circuitous chain of hyperlinks. DC Rainmaker’s blog linked to a Tracksmith-sponsored piece of photojournalism, where they took pictures of the[…]
I don’t have the most awe-inspiring view from the window of my hotel room (unless you like seeing traffic rushing past on the freeway, or Roppongi Hills rising malevolently in the distance). Roppongi is a[…]
Tonight I’m flying to London – I’ll be away from home for just under four days. I felt blue all day. Some of that was related to not getting much sleep (I was up at[…]