All-comers meet
About three-quarters of the way through the Wednesday night group run and nearly finishing up the perimeter loop of Skidmore College the reality set in as the words came out of my mouth to a man half my age.
Motivational Speaker
I’ve watched a few races with Charlie LoPresti over the years.
Here Comes Ben winning the Forego, after we went searching the Saratoga backside looking for the new guy “Lowpresstee” and found him sitting on a tack trunk talking to his mother on his cell phone. Successful Dan finishing second in the Whitney, I had grabbed LoPresti by the arm to tell him he had flipped in the paddock chute, I’ve never seen despair like that. Turallure winning the Bernard Baruch, we walked out of the grandstand and along Nelson Avenue, LoPresti saying, “Man, I really like this place.” And then all the wins by Wise Dan, the Breeders’ Cup Mile at Santa Anita when I went to shake his hand and he bear-hugged me like a son coming home from the war.
Less writing, more calendars
Joe, you’re doing a great job with your blog.
Prine on writing
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Listen to one of the best.
…And the snow
Writing about winter’s arrival in the Northeast seems a bit clichéd. Alright, maybe not clichéd but perhaps a little too easy. Oh well.
The cold…
You know that day when you step outside, walk less than 100 yards and immediately realize how unprepared you are for winter?
Summit days
Three days in Maryland and five minutes reading Sean’s blog post Friday got me thinking.
Winners come from the cold
Winter has come. Late. Fast. First set at a little after 7, the light starts to come through the window of the guest room. A glean of frost covers everything, fence rails, grass, roofs, tree limbs in the distance. Cars roll down the country road, commuters going to the office, they don’t notice the frost, don’t care about the ground, temperature means nothing to men in ties.
First run, second run
Simply put, there is no substitute for good friends.
The morning of New Year’s Eve a text message came in from one such friend, Rick Jordan.
“Hey, let’s do something totally crazy to start off the New Year by meeting Charlie at 4:45 in the morning, knocking out 5-mile run. What do you think? Who’s in?”
Resolutions
Happy New Year. My first resolution went up in smoke as I missed writing January 1-3. Ah well, if you’re going to break your resolutions, you might as well do it early. Write more, write better is on the list of resolutions. I think it was on there last year, too. I did neither. We’ll see about this year.
