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This whole week has been kind of a strange blur. It started Monday morning when I woke up in that great post-wedding haze and really enjoying the luxury of having a half day off. Thursday was the 4th of July … Continue reading
I don’t know where you’re going but do you got room for one more troubled soul? Goes the Fall Out Boy lyric. While things aren’t as dramatically tomultuous as all that — heck, maybe they are — they’re certainly in … Continue reading
Any runner worth their soles, anyone reaching for a goal, anyone seeking change knows this cardinal rule — Don’t look back. When I’m clocking my miles and time in the world I don’t look behind me. Ever. Who knows what’s back there; … Continue reading
I’ve been noticing a trend this week, and it all involved moving my body parts around. Whether in my living room, the laundry room, the bus stop, the bus or my place of business, I can’t seem to get the … Continue reading
Despite there being ice on the Milwaukee river this morning — yikes! stripes! winter! — I rallied and went for a run on lunch (listening to Moves Like Jagger the entire time, one of the best running songs ever). I … Continue reading
wine. major work achievement unlocked. soup. political discourse. rainbow socks. guys, the club can’t even handle me right now.