I finally got around to changing the default pictures in the three little squares in the banner for my blog. Working with such a small size for photos was a little constricting, but I managed. So, now I have some images up there I can not only live with but that also are more deeply personal and really do much to help keep me motivated.
I’m trying again to get my act together here… yeah, yeah, whatever: second verse… same as the first. I know, but I feel like I’m making some decent progress, slow and steady, and I’m in no huge rush, really.
I am not, however, being as precise about things as I was last time. Read the rest of this entry »
Roughly a month ago, I discovered Oikos Organic Greek Yogurt and I had to (rightly) conclude that its nonfat, low carb, mighty superior extra-high protein content is just too damned good to pass up. I can’t believe I never found this stuff before. This stuff is like yogurt with cajones, I mean it, really… some serious stones — not some foo-foo frilly custardy stuff.
If you were one of the only few people to frequent this blog back a couple of years ago, you might notice the Nike+ stats are missing. I’m not going to be playing with the Nike+ iPod this early this go-around. Probably much later on, yes. Right now, no way.
Well, in the first night, I got two-thirds of the way through Again to Carthage, John L. Parker, Jr.’s sequel to his cult classic novel, Once A Runner. And then I finished it last night. I was pleased with this novel. It’s a keeper. I will read it again. Read the rest of this entry »
I just finished Once A Runner for the God-only-knows-how-many-th time I’ve read it. By the time the duel between upstart Quenton Cassidy and world record-holder John Walton reached its fever-pitched climax, I was ready to throw the book down and blow out the door for a burn-down-the-demons run myself. Ah, if only I could. Read the rest of this entry »
So, yeah, I started running fairly seriously some time in 1970 when my dad was in Vietnam for his second tour. I also played baseball and tried out for football. I wasn’t very good at either sport, though I really enjoyed baseball. I was tall and skinny and not very coordinated. Running became more my thing, but that was before Frank Shorter won the marathon and Dave Wottle’s amazing finish in the 800 finals in Munich, so the storied “Running Boom” of the Seventies was only just getting ready to bust loose — this having been years before Jim Fixx laced up a pair of Tiger Pintos and graced the cover of his book with his sinewy legs in action. For most of my peers back then, running was sort of just something that we did as part of playing an organized sport; never did we really consider it a serious sport unto itself. Read the rest of this entry »
Obviously, I took the name for my blog from the title of the novel by John L. Parker, Jr., one I’ve read many, many times and still love, published in 1978 and originally sold out of the trunk of his car at road races. Eight years before the world met Quenton Cassidy, a bored seventh grader at Johnston Junior High School (Anniston, Alabama) started running endless laps around a huge athletic field in phys. ed. class after reading the biographies of milers Roger Bannister and Glenn Cunningham. Read the rest of this entry »
