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  The Comeback Trail I’m always making a comeback but nobody ever tells me where I’ve been. -Billie Holliday      I’ve lost count over the years of how many times I’ve had to comeback from something. There was a former boss that said to me “you remind me of that song about getting knocked down”. It was a reference to the song “Tubthumping” by Chumbawumba released back in 1997. I struggled in that business but somehow I had these triumphant moments that would erase the memory of all of the things that made me look cursed with lack of success.       After having two surgeries in 2024 I am back on the roads running one mile at a time. I can only run one mile because of doctor’s orders as well as current fitness. When I came back from my run a few days ago I was dripping sweat and I sat in front of the fire place as though I had just run a half-marathon. My last run before my first surgery last year was in January. My first run after my firs...

  The Ridiculousness of Resolutions Once again our collective social medias, morning shows, and group chats will be inundated with proclamations of what will happen in this new year. “New Year, New You” will flood every bloody outlet that is available for people to read. Folks will resolve to lose weight, stop smoking, start having more fun, start a vision board, or start running (my personal favorite). I guess the part of it all that bothers me is the idea of waiting until this designated day to stop being whatever they’ve been to start being some other version of what said person perceives to be an updated or upgraded version of YOU. But why? There are approximately forty different calendars in the world that I know of. Which calendar is the chosen one? Which day, in which month, on which calendar will you decide to become the new you? Let’s get creative. For those that follow the Gregorian calendar you can get started on January 1. Then, at least in 2024, celebrate ...

  "... often what is beautiful to be done in running is ugly to be done in wrestling..." -Socrates     "What are you running from?" I've been asked that before. I used to be asked a lot. Of course, I was asked a lot when I ran a lot. I don't run as much anymore so I haven't heard the question in a while. It was an interesting question, to say the least. Instead of asking why did I run, in general, the question was of the aforementioned  variety. That is a question that I will attempt to answer another time.      Today's question is, "Why Do I Run??" Perhaps it could be phrased "why does one run?" I guess the reason I chose the singular, first-person, pronoun is because that question feels existential. It is also, for many runners I imagine, almost a religious type of question. That said, religious questions can oftentimes be answered in this sort of communal way by some sort of clergy or other manor of expert. There exists zero ex...

            If you are a marathoner, like me, you have at least had one thought about running the Boston Marathon. Now that I have said that, let me clear up a few things. I am a die hard New York sports fan. I love the New York Giants, Rangers, Knicks, and Yankees. Because I love New York sports teams, in general, I hate Boston sports teams. I hate the Celtics, Red Sox, Bruins and Cowboys. I know, the Cowboys are from Dallas. I can’t really hate the Patriots because I am not a Jets fan and the two times the Giants played them ended in victory for my favorite team. Why am I telling you this?        I have no reason to travel up there except to run this race. This elusive race that we all think about has such a mystique. Of course one can get into the Boston Marathon using methods other than time but I won’t talk about that here. It has such a reputation that I have honestly never looked up other methods of getting in. It’s a bucket ...