Pshew. Thanksgiving was good; however, when I hit the scales on Saturday, there was an ugly number staring me in the face: 180 Wow. 180 pounds. The last time I was there was probably 3 years ago. 180 was a number I didn’t think I’d see again. But...

So, I’ve had another semi-brush with fame. I was catching up on my RSS feeds, and found that Bike Snob NYC had lifted my picture of the lawyer tabs on my road bike to use in his Friday Fun Quiz: Here’s the original: On the one hand, it’s cool. And on...

So, much like Danny*, I did the annual withdrawal from the NYC Marathon this weekend. There’s a long and tragic series of events leading up to not running; the short summary of which goes: This was probably my best summer’s training ever. July and...

I am so proud.

This is absolutely beautiful. Steve Martin, Monkeys, and cowboy music. I’m still alive, life is good, and NYC is going to suck, if I actually run it. More this weekend.