A Remarkable Day; Long Run and Flip Turns

It's Saturday morning.  I've turned my alarm off because I'm sad and tired and don't care.  I lie in bed and note that it's raining--hard--and think how maybe I've slept enough to actually do sort of a long run.  I go open the shades and scowl at the rain pouring down.  I think about runners … Continue reading A Remarkable Day; Long Run and Flip Turns

Moving On: Part 1

Not long ago, I held that white box again.  Almost everything I own has been in storage these 11 months since I left.  I held that box and cried again at that relic of once great hope now lost forever.  What on earth could I do with it?  I couldn't stand the idea of...