I stepped outside yesterday and was greeted by the first rays of sunlight, a beautiful sky and crisp morning air. I said it was going to be a great day for a run. Down on the riverfront, a frigid breeze chilled me to the bones.
Change is in the air. There is no denying it. Here in north Louisiana, the temperatures and humidity have slipped out of the triple digits and settled in the 90s. And if you put your ear to the ground, that sound you will hear is
The treadmill sits in the corner these days, collecting more dust than it does miles. When I first started running, that ol’ treadmill felt like my best friend. I was 39 years old. I had done a few things in my life, but running never
Thursday night officially goes down as a rainout — a rather unceremonious ending to a quite glorious season for the Shreveport Dixie Youth T-Ball Braves. The team finished the regular season with a record of 10-3. I’m not sure a single player on the team
I got a taste of Southern Americana this week. Like rockin’ on the front porch under a full moon on a steamy night in July, sipping an ice-cold, syrupy sweet tea. Yeah, it was that good. I visited the Grand Ole Opry. The tour was
What a week! It has been an incredible week for all of us. First, of course, there has been the tragedy at the Boston Marathon and its aftermath. The whole world has spent the week asking “Why?”, and we all deserve an answer. I hope
I did not run far. And I certainly did not run fast. But running fast and far was not the point today. The point was that I ran today. I ran with my son, Hadley, because it was important to me. I told Hadley on
I have seen the footage from the finish line at the Boston Marathon today. It just makes me sick. The Boston Marathon is the pinnacle for marathoners. It’s the elite of the elite. The best of the best. There were first-time qualifiers and repeat runners
I wouldn’t call myself a poet. It’s just not the kind of storytelling I like. But I was inspired to sit down and write this haiku. I call it “T-Ball Practice”: Green grass and good friends, Hit, run, catch, throw, run again. Don’t pick the
I got a package in the mail today. It felt like I was waiting for a month of Sundays. But that’s probably just because of my enthusiasm. You see, this is more than just a package, it’s a whole new way to look at time.