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little or lotta lazy
What do you wish you’d done more of this past year? A few months after my daughter was born and as the days counted down to the stereotypical New Years Eve regrets and resolution-making, my mind shifted towards fitness. Something compelled me to log onto the website for a local running store and sign up
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head over feets, six
Unfortunately, my inclination to stay active is frustrated routinely by the effects of mental clutter that has me fomo’ing a blur of professional and personal obligations. That’s to say, I’d go out for a run were I not feeling like I was waiting for the phone to ring or an email to arrive or nudging
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head over feets, one
I used to write a whole blog about running and fitness. And then? Well. It was one of the only things that was lost that I truly cared about in the hack that took down my little private server—back a couple years ago. Ten years of rambling journals about races and training and side-fitness projects.
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hobbi-fication
I resist the label of dilettante. That said, it may just be the most accurate representation of my entry-level approach to many of my artistic pursuits. It is, after all, the goal of most anyone to rise above what is largely considered to be a negative branding of one’s effort towards any creative interest. Is
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seeking adventure
Imagine you are flying. Down a trail. Over the crest of a low hill. Around a hairpin curve in the path blinded by a dense forest of trees. I think a lot of people hear the term ‘running’ and can’t fathom that it means anything more than grueling hours spent on a treadmill. I think