lost and found in retirement
There is no question that regular physical activity is good for me. It’s hard to ignore the barrage of news touting how hitting the gym makes life better. This is the time of year when fitness centers go all out enticing couch potatoes to become models of fitness. Bad habits strike again Exercising regularly succeeds when it is a habit. My blog post on healthy…
After a weekend in Vienna, tonight I end my first chapter of my journey. I begin the second chapter of The Guylas Road, my journey through Hungary. I am meeting the other cyclists in my tour group for dinner tonight and orientation on the ride. I must say that Austria is a beautiful country. Over three days, I got to experience a small slice of…
A Facebook post by Family on Bikes caught my eye today. It was the fifth anniversary of the Vogel family’s three year 17,000 mile bicycle ride from Alaska to the southernmost tip of Argentina. I had found their blog six years ago and followed their final year through South America. The Facebook post took me to the blog post documenting the final miles in Argentina….
I am a winter hiker. That was not always the case. My friend Chuck introduced me to hiking several years back during my local park’s fall hiking spree. I was hooked. Using my northern bicyclist logic, I naturally put my hiking shoes away with my bike at the onset of cold weather. Some time passed, and I decided to venture out on a hike on…
The rain had settled into a drizzle after several hours of heavy rain and periods of clearing. I had finished the very wet Rubber City Race Series Get Thirsty 8K. From my perch on the upper end zone patio I watched the final runners cross the finish line. The official end was 90 minutes after the race start. Yet, race officials and finish line volunteers…
I was ready for a flat 3 miles as I came out of Edgewater Park following the Lake Erie coast. I had put 10 miles of the Cleveland Rite Aid Half Marathon behind me. I encountered something quite different. The Cleveland Shoreway climbed with every twist and turn. The final grueling mile crested the bridge over the Cuyahoga River. It rewarded me with a downhill run…
Success in athletics is measured by the number of wins you chalk up. I learned this on the playground. School team sports amplified that message. I never excelled in athletics and never participated in an organized sport. It wasn’t until six years ago that I was able to move past my preconceptions of what an athlete is. Running, cycling and hiking are the norms in…
I have often said I would never be one of those people. You know the ones; the guy with the 13.1 oval on their car. It turns out that I now may just be one.
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