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back at it……..

Des Plaines River Trail

free of the vortex

trekking beside phantom tracks

joy of snowshoeing

February 2, 2019 at 2:46 pm 6 comments

The day…after the day of the watch and roll…..

~
~
It was a very long day.
A long day indeed.
A day to remember.
A day in which the Patriots
rolled into first place
&
WON THEIR VERY FIRST BOWLING TOURNAMENT
EVER!!!!
~
~
~
Stevenson Patriots in Lincolnshire, IL

December 7, 2014 at 4:58 pm 10 comments

before the gun is fired…

*

she could hear the music fill the air

and

it’s rhythms infuse her veins.

there was a calling from deep within her psyche

aggressively grabbing

and

pulling the reins.

*

she closed her eyes,

harnessed her thoughts,

brought into focus the task at hand –

took a slow deep breath,

clenched her fists real tight

and

dug her toes deep within the sand.

*

she stood alone amongst the fold

waiting to break out

– listening –

to an inner voice speaking aloud –

affirmations drowning

her overwhelming self-doubt.

*

THEN

*

came an instant when sound ceased to exist

but

the cadence of a beating heart,

and

every ounce of hunger and fear conjoined

to fight as she waited

for

the moment of truth

to start…

*

*

*

“Life is like a race which needs to be run,

so get up off of your ass and get it done.”

– Bill McDonald

*

Ironman Wisconsin 2006

Ironman Wisconsin 2006

April 21, 2014 at 4:59 pm 20 comments

way down the lane…

staring down the lane…

standing poised behind the line…

deep concentration…

a mighty orb in his hand…

perchance a strike awaits him?

bowling

first match of the season…

November 14, 2013

November 15, 2013 at 3:37 pm 5 comments

my bike

Θ

round and round

the wheels turn-

pushing and pulling pedals.

circles and circles

going far –

miles and miles

but

nowhere.

Θ

forearms resting in aero bars,

water bottles sitting in cages;

the playlist blaring in both ears

and

a chest pounding rapidly at bay…

Θ

10 minute, 20 minutes, 45, 60

sometimes many, many more.

if time is sparse, then less it is

dripping sweat all over the floor.

Θ

the mind is somewhere else

thinking of words, memories or things;

thinking about burning the day’s calories

and

beating up one’s self-esteem.

Θ

many times there is reading –

getting caught up with friends

and

other times there is writing –

spilling out feelings and distress.

Θ

Θ

a bike is like a friend

it can lift your spirits;

make you strong

or

challenge you –

take you places

you never imagined

Θ

BUT

Θ

a bike can also kill you –

leave you bleeding on the ground

as you feel your life slipping away

along

with

a future

Θ

never to be found.

Θ

Θ

Θ

HalfIMMuncie2005

Two weeks after this picture was taken, I had crashed in WI during a training ride – six weeks out from Ironman Wisconsin.  Spent three days in the hospital.  After five hours of surgery, two titanium plates, 48 titanium screws, concussion, scars, getting an xray evaluation of my carbon fiber bike and one year later, I competed and completed Ironman Wisconsin 2006.

September 6, 2013 at 3:42 pm 19 comments

soccer season

a year older

a bit taller

new team

new faces

new uniform

new coach

new field

new goals

new excitement in the air

a new season has begun…

photo 3

second game of the season
not the greatest picture – there will be more to come:)

Oh – by the way – they won.  2-0!

August 30, 2013 at 7:01 pm 6 comments

punch + kick = ahhhhhh…..

 
The scent of sweat and leather
filters through the room
while
the rhythm of thunderous music –
resonates in my ears……….
 
With hands wrapped tight,
and gloves secure,
I find myself
standing –
in front of my
opponent.
 
Or is it my friend?
 
I do not know for certain
but
will soon find out
for sure.
 
I’ve stretched out a bit,
gulped down some water
and
anxiously…..await……..
with all of the others………
 
“LETS DO IT”
 
The warm up is very basic;
to get the blood flowing –
fifteen minutes of
running,
lunging,
push ups
and
squatting.
 
When the bouncing has commenced
it’s time to get serious –
in front of the bag
we stand –
hands up,
face blocked,
on the hop……………….
 
“LET’S GO”
 
There is nothing more
liberating
than throwing a punch –
into a bag
of sand 
weighing 75 lbs –
covered in black leather
hanging
from a chain.
 
The impact begins when the glove
hits the bag –
then
the fist
the arm,
the shoulder,
and neck –
until the whole body is
contracting,
heart racing
faster than  fast!
 
The bag is unrelenting –
it’s firm
with just a little bit of  ‘give’ –
not a pillow –
but it does allow
for a darn good punch
and
a give-it-all-you-got power kick.
 
After 30 minutes of throwing
punches
and
kicking hard against the bag,
it’s time to move on to
the core,
stretch,
clean the leather
&
then
collapse.
 
“GOOD CLASS  EVERYONE”
 
The arms feel like
noodles,
the legs turn into
rubber,
the mind becomes
crystal clear
and the spirit feels
light as a
feather!
 
What I like the most
about this class
is the bag I get to punch.
For me it is not
an object,
it becomes
so, so
much
more –
 
It’s the conflict
deep within me,
all of the chaos that exists –
the darkness,
fears,
the uncertainties,
and struggles
of everyday life –
wrapped in a 75 lb package
for me
to punch
&
kick!
 
 
 

March 5, 2013 at 3:52 am 10 comments

An Addendum – to March Craziness

It is an early Sunday afternoon. It also happens to be the fourth day of the NCAA Basketball Tournament. Much has happened since Thursday, when I last addressed the subject of March (Madness) Craziness.

I will not go into detail as to what has transpired. Those of you out in blogland who avidly follow this tournament already know the scoop on who is in and who is out and, well, the BIG upsets. I will say though it has been an interesting turn of events this year!

My boys are with their dad this weekend, so I have had barely any contact with them. I can, however, say that they are freaking out. I saw my younger son (referred to as boy #1 in my last blog) yesterday at his last soccer game. All he had to say was “I have bracket blow-out”. Apparently the team that he chose to go all the way has fallen and the big Duke upset – that has ruined everything. My older son was not even present at the game, which makes me wonder if he is at home sulking and in serious mourning.

What are my thoughts exactly? I must admit, I am quietly keeping an eye on my alma mater. They play this evening. Will I watch the game? No, but I may check up on its progress on my ESPN app. Will the boys be watching? I am pretty certain that they will, including their father because my alma mater is his as well.

I must say that my condolences go out to all of the people who have experienced “bracket blowout” and to those who have lost money as a result. I am also pulling for the underdogs of the tournament. What an incredible feeling it must have been to knock Duke off of their seemingly impenetrable ‘high horse’. One has to throw some kudos out to Lehigh University.

Unpredictability – this describes ‘Sports’ in a nutshell. One never knows what to expect. We hope for the best but the best may not show. Everyone has their ‘on’ days and ‘off’ days and whether or not the ‘on’ team or the ‘on’ athlete will make an appearance can never be determined until the moment of truth. Today is another day of brackets breaking apart and wittling down, and yes, full of ‘moments of truth’.

My Alma Mater

Class of 1987.

March 18, 2012 at 6:19 pm Leave a comment


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