It was fun to call Wes today and say, “I have a book agent!” I made a handshake agreement with a lovely man who, like me, works in publishing and loves to run. He was the agent for a friend’s book, and I owe this friend big time for talking me up to the agent…. Read more »
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Taking a cue from my longtime best friend Pica, and in the spirit of having completed my first exam (the USA Triathlon coaching certification exam, complete with multiple choice, true-false, short answer, and essay questions) since my nine-hour written and three-hour oral doctoral exams, and in honor of my friend Jen, who has just been… Read more »
My very fast friend Heidi sent me this piece on my very fast new friend, Henry. Between them and my very fast friends in the Janes, I am in good company, a tortoise among hares.
It’s cold out and drizzling, and I didn’t much want to run today. But last week my running mileage was 2, because of the new bike and the nice weather, so I laced up and headed out for an easy four miles. Twelve minutes out, I ran into a Kenyan runner named Henry. We’ve met… Read more »
Ah, well. At least we weren’t shut out. I know I’m married to a statistician who’ll argue there’s no correlation, but it was over before it began, when Pittsburgh won. No way were two away teams winning when only one had ever made it through three road games to get to the Super Bowl.
Here’s a great piece of sports writing. I knew the Panthers would win when I realized I have a meeting at 7 p.m. Sunday. The game starts at 6:30. Back in the day, there was a man in section 320 of Eriksson Stadium who would turn to one side and yell “PAN!” then to the… Read more »
I’ve been working my trade connections to get a logo for Sage Yoga Training (the tentative title of the “boutique”). I think it’s going to look great; when it’s final, I’ll share it here. I’ve grabbed the domain name sageyogatraining.com, though I haven’t figured out how to direct it where I want it to go…. Read more »
The symbol of my twin obsessions, capitalism and triathlon. Here’s hoping I can transfer those obsessions to make a positive change in the world.
On the way into the stadium on Christmas Eve. We were personally responsible for a missed kick thanks to Wes’s valiant holler of “Weak leg!” to Billy Cundiff, who was fired two days later. Still, the Panthers lost to the Cowboys. At least we looked good.