Friday, October 10, 2014

Morning Routine

New morning routine:  Park in lot farthest from building, but nearest the walking path, and take a walk BEFORE work.  This is relaxing and at the same time invigorating way to start the day.  It’s a great time to plan my day, get in some exercises – even some stretches and push-ups.  It also assures me a walk if my day “gets away from me” as it often does.  Bonus – some days I get two walks – like yesterday I found I had time for a noon-time walk, after doing my morning walk.  

Let’s see how this holds for the winter.  It will be a nice practice for summer – when the heat and humidity can make the un-shaded walking path unbearable over the noon hour.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Glass Half Full

I hope those who know me well would describe me as a "glass half-full" kind of guy.  I know I do.

On the optimist/pessimist theme:  One person's "cloudy day" is another's partly-sunny day.  Sitting in a meeting this morning, a co-worker looked out the window and said, "I wished those darn clouds would go away."  Well, I almost took that as a direct challenge to make time for my lunch-time walk.

I definitely see today as partly sunny.  It's also a lot less humid than yesterday so I was able to complete my lunch time walk without my pants sticking to my legs - yuck!

Later today - off to the cabin to retrieve John whose been spending time with Shana's parents enjoying the latest cabin toy!

Friday, August 15, 2014

Can You Schedule Romance?

[Today's walk:  Camera/phone on the path.]

Rest easy, this isn't an embarrassing post about how older couples with kids find creative ways to “be alone”.  No, this is about those darn kids! 

At my age I find myself thinking, and even sometimes saying out loud, “Kids nowadays!” 
I've had a chance to observe the latest fad and I don’t approve.  That fad?  The scheduled breakup. 

Isn't life convenient?  Now, we can schedule our break-ups.  All the kids do it; they schedule break-ups before college departures.  The scheduled heartbreak is designed to save them the heartache of a “real” breakup bound to occur later.  It’s very practical – but also very unromantic in my humble opinion.

OK, I admit it – I’m an old romantic.  Back in my day we promised never to part, and hung in there through long-distance relationships, the inevitable meeting of “the other”, and the horrible break-up. 

Was the old way bad?  Of course, many hearts were broken.  Many tears were shed.  However, perhaps those breakups launched a thousand pop songs, and other works of art.

Is the new way better?

Let’s wait and see.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

I'm Here for the Cake!

[Today's view from the walking path - during lunch break.]

Is it really necessary to be here (in the office that is)?  It’s a 45 minute commute - one way.  And when I get here, the majority of my work is done via email. 

My first meeting today was a 10 minute “stand-up” where the key players from Technology were not in attendance (Funeral Leave, and Sick Day) - back to desk for more email.  

Now it turns out my 1:00 meeting cancelled, affording me time for more email.  

The last meeting of the day is at 2:00 when I’m invited to a “Wedding Celebration” for a recently wed co-worker.  Oh well, at least I’ll get some free cake.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

The Come-Back?

[Running up the road from Lonnie's Park, Friday, August 8, 2014.]

People of a certain age ask about the Hobbled Runner.  He’s not gone; the Hobbled Runner lives on.  Today he spends most of his time today on Instagram where he lets his pictures do the talking.

Those few admiring fans who remember the Hobbled Runner are not the only ones who miss the Hobbled Runner.  Truth be told, the old runner misses himself, often starting posts he never finishes, and saying, “I should really post more on Hobbled Runner.”  Let’s examine the reasons for the Hobbled Runner drought of 2014.

  • No time?  Not really, as evidenced by the time and energy put into Instagram.
  • Nothing to say?  Oh, he has a lot to say, his daily journal contains all sorts of stuff that would make nice Hobbled Runner posts if only he would share.
  • Blogs are out-of-style?  True, but who cares?  Certainly not the fans of Hobbled Runner, nor the old Mr. Hobbled himself. 

Perhaps I will start a back to school effort.  With the kids gearing up for another year of school, the Hobbled Runner could gear up for another year of blogging. 

Let’s give it a try – and see where it takes us.  This year promises to be a year of change with Maria entering her senior year, and John-John starting a high school.

Let’s start again – if only for selfish reasons:  The Hobbled Runner reports that it feels so good to write.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Scandi-Sotan: Someone Already Invented the Word

Yesterday, I took credit for the word, "Scandisotan" a mixture of Scandinavian and Minnesota.  Today, curiosity got the best of me and I Googleed the term.

I have to admit, several others have used the word before.

Here's a restaurant review:

I would add Bachelor Farmer to your list of possibilities based on "new American" (or Scandi-sotan) and also because you mention wine--they do a cool wine share thing where you can get a glass of any bottle and the rest goes on a chalkboard for consumption likewise. 

And there's more, from this book by David Hage, where it refers to an accent.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Putting the Hobbled Back in Hobbled Runner

And so it begins – another round of physical therapy.  This time it’s my shoulder, the right one to be precise.  The pain began in January after a few hard weekends of cross-country skiing.  Shoveling snow didn’t help, and now I can’t comfortably cross my right arm in front of my body.  It makes it hard to wash my left side in the shower, and makes putting on shirts a bit of a challenge.  Sleep is impacted as well.  I usually sleep on my right side but the pain in forcing me to sleep on the left side.  Inevitably I roll over and wake up on my right side – with a stiff, sore shoulder. 

The PT guy was probably my age – maybe a little younger.  During the intake process I mentioned that as a result of the shoulder injury I found push-ups challenging and I wasn’t doing pull-ups anymore.  He sort of snorted/laughed and kindly offered that he hadn’t been able to do pull-ups with ease in a while.  Then he asked how old I was – implying that pull-ups were for kids.  Hah! 

I’m no Cross-Fit gym rat but I know my way around the pull-up bars.  The nerve of the guy!  Just because he’s too old for pull-ups doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t hope to swing again from the bar.

In my typical Scandisotan* way I tried to down-play my ability – said I wasn’t a pull-up freak, and they were probably easy because I’d been doing them for years.  This is true.  I started doing pull-ups when we lived in south Minneapolis.  I would run with Favorite around Lake Nokomis and take time to do pull-ups (and dips!) on the old 1970s era Parcourse fitness equipment. 

While it’s true, I’m not 15 anymore – but I think I see some pull-ups in my future – once I lick this latest shoulder injury.

*Scandisotan – (Adjective, first used 2014) – A new word of my own invention; a combination of Scandinavian and Minnesotan meant to imply one who has the “best” traits of both traditions.  See also, “Minnesota Nice”, and passive-aggressive.