No, not “On the ROAD Again,” a title I use whenever I’m moving on to a new place. In this case, it’s literal: I went running yesterday morning for the first time in ages. Well, at least back to last fall, near as I can tell. But boy oh boy, can I tell today. Ouch. Some background: I got back into the local Crossfit gym when I moved home last spring. That was a good move and while I wasn’t…
For a time back in Alaska, I lived with my then-girlfriend. She had joined me in Anchorage and we jumped into the whole domesticated-life thing…which, to her surprise, included a lot of time at the hockey rink. At the time, I was playing on a beer-league team two nights a week and in an invite-only pickup game another weeknight. I was also coaching a women’s team in their Sunday-night beer league and a bantam (13- to 14-year-olds) team upwards of…
For a whole host of reasons — all of them horse shit so I won’t go into them here — I haven’t been in or on the water much lately. Every time I hear that Counting Crows (remember them?) line, “Been so long since I’ve seen the ocean…I guess I should” it hits home — until I realize I live about a quarter-mile from the waterline. At which point I feel even more pathetic. It’s a wonderfully vicious cycle. But…