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And on the Seventh Day

Organized religion has had a lot of great ideas – loving thy neighbor, turning the other cheek, serving wine before noon on Sundays – but there’s one tenet in particular that appeals to believers and infidels alike: a weekly day of rest. Whether you call it the Lord’s Day or the Sabbath or, heck, evenContinue reading “And on the Seventh Day”

Land of the Free

This Fourth of July, Americans gathered around the world to celebrate a holiday that has come to mean different things at different points in our shared history. To our forefathers in 1776, Independence Day meant fighting for freedom from tyranny, oppression and persecution. To Bill Pullman circa 1996, Independence Day meant fighting for freedom notContinue reading “Land of the Free”

Four More Years

As buzz surrounding a certain international men’s football tournament crescendos to a frenzy, I’m finding myself thinking back on my last several World Cup cycles, during which my watching locale has been varied indeed. In 2010, I watched matches alongside my former co-ed soccer team with a plate of sliders on my lap and aContinue reading “Four More Years”

Fifty Minutes

Despite cautionary tales of shin splints, achy backs and a lifetime of knee pain, most runners irrefutably know that our sport generally changes us for the better. Run for two weeks and feel your legs strengthen and posture improve. Run for six months and marvel at your increased lung capacity, endurance and speed. Run forContinue reading “Fifty Minutes”

Sole Mates

I spent years of my life searching for my perfect match. When I was younger, my stipulations were simple indeed — fun, amusing, low-maintenance – but as I’ve learned more about myself and my needs, my priorities have changed. I began looking for stability, support, durability – a partner who would be in it forContinue reading “Sole Mates”

Give It a Rest

I’m good at a lot of things (read: coloring, banter, modesty) but I’m aware there exist some gaping holes in my education as a citizen of the world. I never learned state capitals, for example, or to swim the butterfly. I never learned to ski or to patiently cook rice. I never learned to doContinue reading “Give It a Rest”

Hot Diggity Dog

I’ve just returned from back-to-back weekends in Baltimore, and you know what that means: time to post a series of snapshots of an adolescent canine under the thinly veiled guise of offering legitimate running advice. Alright, team. Let the charade begin. Today, in honor of New York City’s sustained triple-digit thermometric reading, I’d like toContinue reading “Hot Diggity Dog”

Boston

When I crossed the finish line at my very first marathon this past October, I had tears streaming down my face. I was crying because I was proud. I was crying because I was exhausted. I was crying because I had completed something a year earlier I had known to be impossible. If I crossContinue reading “Boston”

I Was 17 Going on 18 … A Decade Ago.

My definition of adulthood has evolved and expanded with each life stage, and just when I think I’m about as grown up as a grown up can be, I go and do something so mature it would make the Lost Boys cringe. In high school, I thought I’d feel like a grown-up once I hadContinue reading “I Was 17 Going on 18 … A Decade Ago.”

The Dreadmill and Me

There are people in this world who swear by treadmills, and while I mean no offense by this, I assume they’re the same kinds of people who swear by lima beans and child trafficking and cats. I realize running on treadmills has its benefits – pacing, convenience, climate and built-in Property Brothers marathons if youContinue reading “The Dreadmill and Me”