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Tag Archives: injury
I try to learn life lessons where I can, but I’m not sure what to glean from spending $95 on a massage, then sleeping on my arm wrong. Sometimes, maybe there isn’t a lesson. Sometimes, maybe life’s just stupid. Ignoring the “Oops, I did it again” sleep and all, the massage was awesome. I’m still in […]
The older I get, the more I see the adage of “darkest before dawn” being a truism. A certain Zen-master sensibility takes over as I age whenever the fit really hits the shan. “Oh, wow. A gnarly wave of suckage cresting on the right. Head down, hang on, and pray, woman.” When I had that almost-a-major-setback with […]
Denis Leary was on Letterman the other night and was joking that he’d gone through five marriage counsellors that “sucked” before he found the sixth, who was awesome, but then he said that once he accepted he was wrong, everything went gr-r-r-reat with counselling. I had to laugh. I’ve been having the same epiphany of late. For […]
It’s before 7 on a Saturday morning. The naive plan was, I’d get up and go swimming. I’m up. My body tells me I’m a fucking fool. Sleep, it says. So, I’m going to. I’ll go back to bed in a few. And I’m all right with that. The reality is, though, that I’m starting to realize […]