Damn Fool

So I stepped out this cool-for-once Thursday evening, all set to do a 6-mile tempo run at MP (marathon pace), which for moi is somewhere in the 7:55-8:05 zone. The GPS watch was charged up, and I was too. I’d eaten a heavy rice-and-beans-and-pernil lunch, but early enough in the …

Fifty

It’s my 50th birthday, and for some time now I’ve been telling people that I’d like to forego a party in favor of a simple existential crisis, which seems a whole lot simpler and less likely to make a mess of my house. In practice, that means that my plan …