Don't even approach my body unless you've first been between my ears. I'm 48, not 18. True love isn't roses and chocolate. It's starting my car on a winter's morning or bringing home pizza on a Friday night. Love is buying me the Sunday paper on Saturday so I don't have to go outside on … Continue reading Love, me
Category: winter
Black (and blue) ice
My run Sunday came at a price - more specifically, the knee of my oldest running tights and a little skin on both my palm and my knee. Jeter and I had gotten a later start at the golf course than I had hoped, and by the time we completed the back nine and were … Continue reading Black (and blue) ice
If you don’t run under a full moon in frigid temperatures, with your outdoors besties, you don’t…
You don't have an hour to talk and listen You don't see the moon part the clouds in greeting You don't feel your body transition from cold and tight to warm and loose You don't have the benefit of your besties' wisdom and advice You don't devote your attention to where you're going on a sometimes … Continue reading If you don’t run under a full moon in frigid temperatures, with your outdoors besties, you don’t…
Running to hide in the dark
It's times like this that make me understand the appeal of going to the theater to see a movie. Or three. I don't often get to the movies for a film that is anything other than rated PG, but during my winter holidays, I found my way to the Spectrum three times for grown up … Continue reading Running to hide in the dark
Capitalizing on Capital Hills
I attended a meeting Tuesday evening in the Club House at Capital Hills. The weather, snowy and wet, was perfectly appropriate for the topic at hand – the sharing of ideas about winter activities at the golf course. As a year round, non-golfing user of the course, I knew this was a meeting I didn’t … Continue reading Capitalizing on Capital Hills
Longing for spring
As I've recently confessed, I love winter. I like cashmere and wool and boots and colorful scarves and hats that hide hair mishaps. You know I am undaunted by cold temperatures and that I'm happy when there is deep, fresh snow. Crockpot suppers, roasted root vegetables and hearty stews are some of my favorite (and … Continue reading Longing for spring
What makes a tradition?
I remember Aloysius asking me that very question a couple of years ago as the Laker guys and I started talking about revisiting Mountain Jam. Since we had all gone together the previous year, was returning to the festival for a second time, in fact, a tradition? Operating on the premise that traditions bring us … Continue reading What makes a tradition?
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