When Harry and Meghan left St.George’s Chapel after their wedding the other day, the orchestra was playing the first movement of the glorious Symphony No.1 by William Boyce. It’s sunny, celebratory, and utterly joyful, which made it a perfect choice, … Continue reading
So glad warmer weather is in sight…though the switch to Daylight Savings Time has turned the early mornings dark again. A few weeks ago on line, I came across a set of encouraging Nike winter-running posters that recent New England … Continue reading
My college has decided not to expand the size of its student body, bucking a current trend and turning away from creeping universityitis. The place has changed almost beyond recognition to an ancient grad like me. (Which, generally speaking is … Continue reading
I’ve been training well, and last Saturday I raced a 5-miler. It was an experiment. It’s been decades since I’ve been fit enough to lay it out there and actually compete rather than just staggering along. I was flat out. It … Continue reading
I’ve mentioned before that when things are going well, I often find myself walking around singing Besame Mucho. Why is this? I hate Besame Mucho. Awful in Spanish; hideously, grotesquely, worse in English. Kiss me, kiss me a lot, As if tonight were … Continue reading
I’ve been 70 for a couple of weeks now. The downsides include the old man’s existential confrontation with time and inevitability, disappearing short-term memory, and the onset of Raynaud’s disease, which makes my fingers turn almost comically white and go … Continue reading
My memory is shot. I can’t reliably tell you what day of the week it is, or what we’ve got scheduled for the next few days. I expect soon to forget my middle name. But baseball…. I can tell you … Continue reading
I’ve always liked this, from the great Peter Snell: “When it’s pouring with rain, and you’re bowling along, wet-through, in the dark, there’s a satisfaction just in knowing you’re out there and the others aren’t.” Pretty much every runner who’s ever … Continue reading
Good Grief. In the the spirit of this ancient post, here’s more on the never-ending digging out of my personal mess, I’ve just unearthed a red vinyl hot water bottle marked “Return to DHHC.” DHHC stands for “Dick Hall’s House … Continue reading
It was a wonderful, warm pre-dawn today, with a big waning moon and a beautiful morning star. And my run was virtually pain-free for the first time in a couple of months, even on a some gentle hills. My trainer … Continue reading