Monday, April 13, 2009

While I Was Away

Let’s see, in January, a death in the family and all that comes with that; February saw just about all the money I had ever put into every conceivable retirement plan finally evaporate; in March I watched friends lose their jobs while the lucky ones got salary cuts. Meanwhile, the soundtrack was a howling, cold wind whipping through New York City streets. And that part is still not over, even though it’s April.

Things aren’t hopeless. Anyone who has the wherewithal to type ‘hopeless’ and post it on a blog, isn’t.

So over the last few weeks I wrote several confessional blog posts in my head and got nauseous at the thought of sharing them. It’s a running blog, not a diary. In a sense, I spared us all from that. If you really want narcissism, go on Facebook.

But in running news…. I did train for the Boston Marathon. And if the race turns horribly wrong, I’ll chalk it up to the bad karma of ’09, and think of it as a party moving along at 7 or 8 miles an hour.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Still Alive, Remarkably

2:48 in. And yes, more soon. I mean it.