If there’s one thing I am learning to do in my life, it’s to let go of the things that no longer serve me. But it’s not always easy. I have always liked clutching onto things, grasping at stuff that clearly no longer did me any good. These days, ego or pride or just good…
Tag: Ego
Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys, Not My Asics, Not My Brooks
I recently wrote about comparing myself, specifically to other runners. I explored how this was something that cropped up in my life over and over again. Not with runners per se, but in many other areas of my life. And like one of those Whac-A-Mole games, when it disappeared from one part of my life,…
Sifting Through The Bones Of My Existence
It’s snowing out right now. Fat flakes are blanketing the ground, muffling the sound of whooshing cars and buses. I’ve got that fuzzy glow one gets from awaking from a nap. There is coffee at my side, and I’m listening to some gentle music. I am alone in the house and taking in my breathing,…
Fetch Me A Thesaurus, Lad – It’s Time For The Word Of The Year
I don’t make new year’s resolutions. And perhaps outside of some running targets I have in mind, I also don’t have goals. I don’t do vision boards, and I don’t write down any sort of plans or schemes. Perhaps I should, but for the most part I don’t like attaching myself to things like that….
Searching and Fearless
Inventory. For those who aren’t in 12-step recovery, that word probably ushers in thoughts of Starbucks-fuelled grad students counting sweaters in the back of H&M as one part of their under-paid job requirements. Knit-One Pearl-Two while the supervisor, youngest of the crew, checks off the stock pars and lists any extra items or items that…
Running With Wolves
I guess you can say this is a follow up to my last post about being a lone wolf. Since I wrote that post, I have taken a few actions. To wit: I finally reached out to my sponsor and had a great discussion. We caught up on some stuff going on with him, and…
How Alcohol Saved My Life
I know, strange to say on a recovery blog, but bear with me. Let me state off the top that alcohol in any way, shape or form right now would kick in my physical cravings and mental obsession. There is no doubt in my mind about that. If I were to swig any alcohol in…
All Practice, No Perfect
My son had his track meet the other day. He loves to run and for the last few weeks, we’ve had to brave the early morning chill to go to the running club practices before school started. Grades 1-6 would practice in cold, rain and sunshine, learning the skills and timing required for the…
The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway
If you’re a parent, you’re familiar with that closing line from the Frozen soundtrack hit “Let it Go”. For those of you who don’t have children, and haven’t heard the song…I envy you. You are on terra firma. The rest of us are plunged into an icy abyss of relentless repeats of that song being…
Who Are Your Eskimo Angels?
He reeked of booze. And BO. I stood beside a man on the bus the other day. His swollen and busted up face caught my attention. He had a hospital band on his wrist. His dead eyes said it all. In his hand was a bag full of rattling Olde English malt liquor bottles. He…
Message in a Bottle 