Phedippidations

"Baseball is kinda like religion. Except it's way easier to believe because, every now and then, your team clearly gives you a sign." Neil Bearse - The Ghost of Radio and a Toronto Blue Jays fan

I made a promise...and I don't wanna talk about it.

  First, it's a very personal episode. Mayhap too personal. I've been spending alot more of my time in the present lately...actually, I've been doing that for awhile now.  It's not that I didn't care about my past or the way my actions have shaped me...but, you get it, right? Why dawdle in the past when there's so much goodness in the future...or at least, the possibility for goodness?   Entropy's a bitch man, but it will not be denied. Might as well greet it with acceptance and hope. So there's that...it's a very personal episode. In a weird way, it's where this 20 year old podcast has been going all along...to episode 388.   And that's the other thing, in a way...this is also a celebration of 20 years of my podcasting. Now...I'll be honest with you...because what would be the point of dishonesty? 20 years is meaningless....I mean in a quantifiable way.  It's a tick on the clock.  It's only 31% of my lifespan thus far.  Fellow runners have been with me for almost a third of my life....but, THAT's not a big d

Just checking in to tell you about our new family member and to give you a spoiler-free hint about the next episode of Phedippidations.

Translation: my ·update. Just checking in to wish you happiness and let you know I'm doing wicked good.

Today I’m going to tell you a story about my total solar eclipse experience and it’s aftermath, and give you an update on my foot reconstruction surgery and my plans to return to the road and assume, once again, the role of “Steve Runner”. A Total Eclipse of the Sun is a spectacular convergence of Copernican alignment that demonstrates the power of science and our being present in a beautiful universe.

A quick "check-in" to update you on my right foot and plans to run again!

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere! And gie’s a hand o’ thine! And we’ll tak a right guid willy waught, For auld lang syne.

Here's a little pre-Xmas message for you to ponder as I hop around my house with my new "FrankenFoot". Also, I'll read some feedback messages left for me on the Apple Podcast page. Have a great Holiday (whatever you celebrate, or not).

In the spring of 1958, a friend of Hunter S Thompson asked for advice on how to live his life.  What follows is a letter that Thompson wrote him, during the very early moments of his writing career.

The universe, of which I am a part, is experiencing entropy. Change is coming, and I’m committed to eventually lacing up my shoes and running again. Because although I’ll one day become nothing more than an unstable collection of positronium atoms that will eventually poof out of existence…that day is not today, and I have time.

I’m long past the impulsive need for an invisible flying spaghetti monster in space called to answer my wishful mutterings  - the palindrome for that imaginary entity might just be something I do require:   I don’t need "God".   I need a Dog.

Sit back, relax and enjoy a delicious podcast filled with cheesy goodness delivered right into your brain.

Dear Eva: You were my sweetie. You took after your Lemon beagle birth mother, Honey. Your father was a tri-colored beagle named Joey (also your brother Indiana Jone’s father). Born on May 28th, 2010: you were the scrawniest of the litter of seven. I first saw you in a cage where your brothers and sisters were stepping all over you: I knew you were “the one”.    You, little girl, were a “scootch”: always excited to go for a walk, constantly sniffing for bunnies but never really wanting to catch one. You’re the only puppy I’ve ever known who, when a toy was thrown, would run to get the toy and then run away in another direction. You were my “little girl” Eva, Jones Walker and you were never one to “fetch”.  You loved to play during treat time, where we would “dance around the treat” until you were able to grab it (and not sure if you noticed, but you always won the treat). You loved to sleep on the top of the couch and in the morning would always make the effort to “army crawl” on your belly, up from the bottom

It's been another year, and we've got another to look forward to. I hope all is well with you. Happy New Year - Run long and taper fellow runners.

Everything you see, every atom and sub-atomic particle of which your own body is composed: came, originally, from nothing. 

You cannot lose weight without dieting or exercising.  1. Why? Because we are ugly bags of mostly water and store excess calories that we eat as fat.\ 2. Why? Because our bodies resting metabolic rate is finite and our capacity to eat high caloric food is less so. 3. Why? Because regulation in the hypothalamus and internal organs of the human body maintains an internal temperature of roughly 37 degrees Celsius or 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit in order to sustain optimal performance and protect us from death. 4. Why? Because if our body temperature exceeds 107.6 degrees Fahrenheit for an extended period of time, our brain, heart, kidneys, liver, and intestines will become damaged.  So, you cannot lose weight without dieting or exercising.  5. Why? Because SCIENCE

The older we get, the lower our resting metabolic rate is, but we can counter that effect by maintaining or increasing our muscle mass. Now, if only there was a way we could do that through something like…oh, I don’t know, I’ll just through this out there in an unnecessarily snarky way…but first let me check, what kind of a podcast is this again?

My house Is out of the ordinary That's right Don't wannna hurt nobody Some things sure can sweep me off my feet Burning down the house