I have so many reasons why I run or jog. In middle school I liked track and field at school, but it wasn’t an organized sport. So I tried football for a couple years, finishing that up my freshman year of high school. This was the mid-1970’s and whenever we were running laps for conditioning or punishment, although some guys hated it, I enjoyed it.
I became enthralled with the 1976 summer Olympics and went for the Cross Country team. Continue reading “Why I run”
It’s one of those phrases I picked up in the military. It’s simple enough, but behind it is a lot of meaning.
For many, it’s simply another sarcastic piece of acidic humor with similar roots to ‘suck it up buttercup’.
However, it’s core principle is much deeper. Basically, don’t fight the stuff you can’t control. Better to embrace it, deal with it as it is and move on. Continue reading ““Embrace the suck””
I grew up in the shadow of a family that drank. Some died as alcoholics. Some debilitated from the long term effects of alcohol.
My own relationship with alcohol? I was first introduced to alcohol when I was eight or nine. My dad would be sitting on the throne of his recliner and, like any child that looks up to their dad as larger than life, I asked for a sip of his beer. Continue reading “Alcohol – In the beginning”