Pod-dicted
Podcasts are a double edged sword. And I’ll never quit them entirely.
Way back in 2007 — after a mere nine months of warning — some doctor handed us a little bundle of blankets with a baby inside and suggested we go home and figure it out.
Shortly after my daughter was born, I registered for a clinic to learn how to run. I’m not fast, but I’ve run about 8,500 klicks in the last nine years… and written a whole lot more words about it.
Folks who know me probably don’t consider me much of an instrumentalist, but I can read music, play the saxophone and, as of 2016, I’m starting to learn the violin.
For most of my life I’ve defined myself as a gamer. But while I don’t have countless hours to devote to gaming anymore, I still play my fair share and have something to say about it.
There is something about that click — taking a picture — that is immensely satisfying to me. It is an addiction that now spans more than half my life & hundreds of thousands of images.
Podcasts are a double edged sword. And I’ll never quit them entirely.
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Me, just posting more clips here and there of some of the better stuff.
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Some random footage of the Sunday running crew down in the trails.
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Some random footage of me running with Claire and my new camera in hand.
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I bought that new GoPro Hero6 and I wanted to try out my new camera.
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A confluence of vacation speculation and a modest financial windfall leads me to ponder a technology upgrade.
read the full post ⇒…among other things. It has become increasingly clear that I’ve fallen off the running wagon this year. On Saturday I watched on the socials as dozens of my friends ran around the city and province, training and racing in events including five klick fundraisers, long training runs, late-evening party races, favourite mountain events, and even an epic ultra marathon trail run. I ate pizza and wandered around the science centre. Albeit it was my only daughter’s tenth birthday party and I was playing the role of the good dad, but I didn’t even go out for a modest morning jog on Saturday. It didn’t even cross my mind. I tell myself over and over and over that “I’m gonna pick it up” again soon, get back into some serious training and maybe even some serious distance… but there is a motivational element that isn’t clicking these days. It used to be that I wrote about it, ran it, and then wrote about it some more. Maybe that was it? Stay tuned, I guess… this slump can’t last forever.
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