Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Running and Jumping
It is hard to believe that I have been running consistently for 16 years. By “consistently” I mean that for the last 17 years, aside from the odd vacation and bout with the flu, I have run between 15 and 45 miles per week, every week, since 1992. There were times when I ran less, and times when I ran more, but putting foot to pavement has been the one constant thread running through the fabric of my bizarre-o life.
Last year I wholeheartedly embraced running as a way to help me retain my sanity in the face of Becky’s death and my own terrifying responsibilities as a new father. In early February I joined a gym and drastically stepped up my mileage. The end result was me losing 40 pounds in six months. I literally ran out of my old life into a new reality, which is a strange feeling. I look in the mirror and I don’t even physically resemble the person I was in January 2007.
I remember thinking quite consciously that I was going to need a huge increase in energy reserves to succeed as the single father of a small boy, especially in light of the fact that I was considerably older than the average dad and probably not in the best shape of my life. The first step towards building up more energy was taking the weight off. Taking the weight off meant that I had to stop eating so many bacon cheeseburgers and start shaking my rapidly expanding ass on the treadmill every day. On the week-ends, I loaded Jack into the baby-jogger and took off for the park. That kid logged more miles in his first six months than Ryan Hall did training for the Olympic marathon.
Somehow, it worked. I lost a lot of weight. I have more energy. The constant flow of endorphins into my bloodstream has also made me a very even-tempered and pleasant daddy to be around. Now I’m putting in a base of 40 miles a week and in 9 weeks time I’ll be toeing the line in Philly. I credit Jack for motivating me to put down the cheese doodles and get out there back into life. For that reason, I’ll be running the race for him.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Looking Forward
In economic downturns, jobs disappear; Wall Street doesn’t operate in a vacuum. Competition for the remaining jobs will be fierce. Any self-respecting sociologist will tell you that the Horatio Alger myth in America is just that-a myth. Where you get in life is determined more by where you came from and who you know than by the fruits of your labors. Generations of West Virginia coal miners would agree with me. So the boys are going to have to muddle through the best they can. Hopefully we can help them along the way.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Two Legs Good, Four Legs Better
Surprisingly, taking two toddlers out of the house into a world where everything within sight had the potential to cause incapacitating injury or death didn’t stress me out to the level I expected it to. Both of the lads were generally well behaved and fun to be with. I was so pleased at my organizational skills that after we pulled out of the animal farm I took them both to Target for toys, followed by a food-shopping jaunt to Waldbaums. Aside from D clawing his way into the contents of the cart in the supermarket, the whole thing went off without incident. Of course, as soon as we got home they both melted down. It was a long day and in the end all that wandering around the suburban jungle pushed them to their collective limits. I’m sure Erin thought they were howling like feral bobcats all day but it truly wasn’t the case. Next week-end we’re planning on a trip to the Long Island Renaissance Fair. No problem.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Beginners Mind
It is challenging trying to understand the world of the imagination that three year old boys reside in. Dimitri can concoct elaborate narratives sitting at the kitchen table which rival anything C.S. Lewis came up with. Tales of monsters and superheroes, gathered from disparate references which stuck in odd corners of his mind, gurgle forth in stream of consciousness storytelling. It is a fascinating thing to see. At some point in our transition to adulthood we lose the ability to wonder at things and to weave complex fables out of our sensory input. Phenomena that completely amaze us as children; clouds, butterflies, the dew on the grass in the morning, become ordinary and routinized after repeated encounters. If only there was some way to keep this “beginners mind” when we become adults. Unfortunately as we become “educated” we learn to classify and categorize, discriminate between good and bad and assign value to things and ideas. We also become conscious of social structures and accept external limitations on our behavior. Not all of this is bad, after all, if we all ran around as undisciplined as three year olds nothing would ever get done. But I’ll bet we would all have a lot more fun.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Resting from One's Labors
I love fall. It is probably my favorite season. The bounty of the harvest, the rich changing colors of the leaves and the way the light splays across the landscape, all signal the waning of the season of beach and bar-b-q and the beginning of the gentle slide into winter. Labor Day week-end always changes my seasonal mindset and gets me thinking about tweedy jackets and the smell of wood smoke, even though today the mercury is still bumping up against 90 degrees. This past week-end Erin and I decided to forgo invitations to two end-of-summer events and just hang around the
Sunday was visiting day with daddy and despite my bravado in a prior posting, I was treated to the full spectacle of A. sitting on my sofa and raiding my refrigerator. At least he brought a cake. Mocha. Quite good, although it crossed my mind that he might have done something to it. I ate it anyway and it tasted vaguely of sorrow and tears. In the end D. ended up throwing him out after about two hours. The argument started over a DVD and resulted in A. giving his son the silent treatment because he felt slighted. By a 3 year old. Maturity does not necessarily come with age. Dimitri asked him to leave and he actually did. I’m not going to editorialize, just let the facts speak for themselves. We went to the pool in the afternoon and splashed around. A. was forgotten.