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holding onto the sand at South Haven in August

Or, why i re-thought the value of identity.

It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.” 
― Patrick RothfussThe Name of the Wind

A couple months have passed since I spent a Monday night in the hospital so I could have a scan of

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while I was traveling you were scoring goals

In my mind I can see her clearly. The ball bobbing along the surface of the water right in front of her as she rushes…

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awakening in the room of “what if?”

I am sitting in the waiting room of the hospital’s CT Scan facility. The furniture is classic office lobby chic. The walls are papered with…

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they move on tracks of never-ending light

“Things change all the time, so why do people make such a philosophical to-do that things are constantly in transition?”  — Twyla Tharp I often…

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it all needs to go away swiftly

Something just out of my reach has been bothering me. A couple of years ago during a 31-mile run as I was training for my…

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catastrophe and the cure II

Ahem, maybe I was wrong again:  Outside Magazine published this recently: http://www.outsideonline.com/outdoor-adventure/athletes/lance-armstrong/Its-Not-About-the-Lab-Rats.html. Armstrong has his detractors and what appears to be a legion of defenders (Take…

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