NYC Week Thirteen: The fight to stay fit

Read last week’s post here or view all other New York City posts. It’s a battle I’ve been losing. Sure, I ran 1.4 miles today in 10:38. Sure, I followed it up with sprints and crunches and pushups. Sure, I got my heart rate up and didn’t feel awful. But I am not where I was three monthsContinue reading “NYC Week Thirteen: The fight to stay fit”

NYC Week Eight: Wake-up run, or Running with strangers

Read last week’s post here or view all other New York City posts. Can we scrap the rest of this week and just look at today? Because today, I feel alive. Not that the rest of this week was worthless — it wasn’t. I worked, read the Bible (1 Samuel 1-13), interviewed an FDNY historian, found out I’mContinue reading “NYC Week Eight: Wake-up run, or Running with strangers”

Week Three in NYC: City of stories

Read last week’s post here or view all other New York City posts. How do you find stories in a city of eight million? Where the default safety feature is zero eye contact, and you’re more likely to hear a person talking to himself or yelling at someone to “back off” than you are to overhear aContinue reading “Week Three in NYC: City of stories”

Stronger than you think: The world of CrossFit in Cooperstown, NY

“We are the machines.” That’s the answer you’ll get if you walk into Cooperstown CrossFit (CCF) and ask about treadmills, ellipticals, or any other kind of motorized exercise equipment. Then, you’ll be asked to join in the warmup and WOD (workout of the day). By stepping inside CCF’s one-room facility at the Maple Ridge PlazaContinue reading “Stronger than you think: The world of CrossFit in Cooperstown, NY”

Artists love me and I love trail runs, or Why Sunday is already my favorite day of this week

Yesterday was summer done right. Pushing 80 degrees — hot (for upstate New York). Humid — all the joints were greased with sweat. Sunny — only fluffy white clouds in sight. Sundays aren’t often my favorite day of the week, but yesterday was an exception from beginning to end. Here’s why. The sermon was onContinue reading “Artists love me and I love trail runs, or Why Sunday is already my favorite day of this week”