All in life
I climbed into the same Chevy Suburban that my wife had disappeared in an hour earlier. We turned onto a dirt road directly behind the convenience store and climbed a steep hill.
The crowd at the counter spills out the door and into the street making it nearly impossible to get in or out, but with their mix of English banter and Italian insults, the red shirts keep the line moving so nobody has to wait very long.
The last call in that two-hour span came at 3:22 p.m. After that, it’s likely that he lost interest, and just as likely that he was too drunk to operate the phone.
Will today be the day I set a new personal record? I’ve already walked the route, assessing the conditions - noting the obstacles. The weather is good. I’m hydrated. I like my chances.
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The stoplight ahead turns red and I’m saved for a moment. We stand there, each one exaggerating our nonchalance, trying not to breathe too heavy or lean on the bike as a sign of weakness.
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It is a universal truth. Maybe it is the universal truth. It transcends religion and supercedes science. It’s truer than a natural law because you don’t have to learn it or prove it.
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I remember wondering why adults moved so slowly, and then I became an adult and I lost the run, too. The run just atrophied away like playing the piano and remembering grocery lists and other things I used to be able to do.
He’s not melodramatic, or frantic or panicked as I imagine I would be. He just talks about the dying journey in the same tones of one who is doing something interesting for the first time, and learning as he goes.
One of the guys let it slip that he was both a Democrat and a union member … and the howls of derision began. Accusations of treason, laziness and communism were thrown at him, along with some popcorn, ice cubes, and a few potato chips.
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There are stories like this all over the sporting world: has-been runners, cyclists, skiers, blowing the dust off their histories for one more run.
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When you can’t get the top off the new container of grapefruit that you want to have for lunch and you’re just ready to go at it with a circular saw and ...
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The shop of my childhood was a relic of the mechanical age: oily and unguarded. Belts, flywheels and blades were fully exposed. Solvents and cigarettes were held in the same hands. It was a place so obviously dangerous that I can’t remember ever needing to be told to be careful.
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if it takes longer to get dressed for a workout than it does to actually do the workout, I stay inside.
after poking and stabbing at various buttons on the dash with no discernible difference in the cabin temperature, Dad finally pulled to the side of the road, took off his gloves, activated a touch-screen and spent the next few minutes muttering in frustration at the bewildering array of arrows, plus signs, minus signs and icons available.
I know what you’re thinking - “I sure could use a 20 minute sermon to set the tone for the Advent season”. Well, it’s your lucky day! ...
The only way to get past many of the obstacles is to reach a hand out for help, and the only right thing to do is to offer a hand to the next person behind, and there’s actually a certain beauty in the collective overcoming.
Another of our colleagues mentioned a footrace renown for it’s heat, crowds and a huge, difficult hill. “It’s really hard. You don’t want to do that one”, he told her. I didn’t say it at the time, but I thought, “how sad”. Why would we discourage someone from doing something just because it is difficult?
we all have some prejudices we carry around - some stereotypes that we buy into - and someday, maybe unintentionally, we’ll let one out. We’ll expose ourselves for who we are, and we’ll be embarrassed. I hope that when it is my turn to be in that position, that there is some grace for me.
In her pink bikini top, right there in front of the window, she dances all day. This is a total time waster, just me playing around with my camera. Hope it makes you smile. - crc
