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DIY Memory-Making

DIY Memory-Making

Do-it-yourself. As I was growing up, my dad did a lot of DIY projects, only it wasn't called DIY back then - it was just called "being useful" and "saving money". Car repair, house repair, and construction projects were all a fairly regular thing around our house. As...

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Memorial Day

Memorial Day

Long Weekend. Start of Summer. Cookouts. "Murph". The cemetery lies in a shady stand of pine, a stone's throw from a busy four-lane highway that speeds drivers through town. It dates from the 1890s, when it served as the military cemetery for an Army fort that stood...

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That First Race

That First Race

I was standing at the start line with the other runners, making small talk with some lady I didn’t know as we waited for the timer’s gun to go off. I made a remark about wishing I had stopped smoking earlier, as I feared the effects of cigarettes would interfere with...

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Reading the Signs

Reading the Signs

Today I was thanked by a speed limit sign.       Kinda strange, I know.      There’s a section of my drive to work where the speed limit changes. After enjoying a spirited romp down a rural two-lane highway, the town has posted signs asking that you slow things down...

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Coffee Cup Contemplation

Coffee Cup Contemplation

     Allergy season is kicking off. Couldn’t sleep for lack of breathing, so I’m standing on the edge of a Vermont river casting with a fishing rod into the cold, rapid water.      I should be exercising - out for a run or lifting heavy things - but allergies are...

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Stillness

Stillness

  Forty-five degrees. Right on the edge of needing something more than this ratty old sweatshirt, but my coffee is hot, this Adirondack chair is comfortable enough and it’s quiet out. Peaceful, save for the calling of a crow and the occasional cluck from the...

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Toe the Line

Toe the Line

I haven’t trained enough. The trail will be tough. Pretty sure I’ll be the last one to cross the finish line. We have to run up a mountain. The weather forecast is a beast. Mud. Stinging nettles. Bears. It’s in the middle of a huge forest. I’m going to get lost. Did I...

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What the H……(Hydration Pack)?

What the H……(Hydration Pack)?

This summer there were a few trail races on my schedule. They were slightly longer races that would require me to carry some stuff in order to be self-sufficient and ready for whatever the trail threw at me. So I bought a hydration pack. I love the concept of a...

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Time Machine

Time Machine

Hot summer day. Middle of a training ride. I’ve just climbed over the crest of a long hill. Legs are burning, gasping for air, and desperately thirsty. As I sit back in the saddle and relax my pedal cadence, I reach for some water. Grabbing the bottle from the cage, I...

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Sorry, Thoreau

Sorry, Thoreau

     “I went to the woods because I wished to run deliberately, to front only the essential facts of the trail, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I reached the end, discover that I had not adventured. I did not wish to run that which was...

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