This is not a post about lifting. Or maybe it is, but indirectly. Most of my life is about lifting weights in some measure and the longer I lift, the more inextricable lifting becomes from all the other pieces and the more it’s a metaphor for my life. John’s grandmother passed away recently and yesterday…
Two weeks out from the next step forward
Saturday evening I was driving somewhere; I can’t remember where and it doesn’t really matter, but as I wended my way through the night lights and coastal roads, “Castle on the Hill” by Ed Sheeran came on the radio. I’d never heard it before and…. well… music is a funny thing, isn’t it? I can’t…
Midnight ramblings
It has been a rough couple of weeks. Rowan (our border collie) died rather suddenly last Monday and since then I’ve been riding a roller coaster of exhaustion, grief, training, joy at memories, excitement at a forthcoming competition, grief at the memories of other dogs remembered, joy at the imminent arrival of a new puppy,…
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Looking forward and chalking up
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. About commitment, about choosing to continue pursuing something in the face of obstacles, about why we continue to flail at things that repeatedly kick us square in the soul, and what is is that makes it not only possible, but almost inevitable that we will get back…
