Phedippidations
Summary: Inspirations, motivations, contemplations and conversations for and about runners.
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- Artist: Steve Runner
- Copyright: Phedippidations is written, produced and presented by Steve Walker son of Glenn, it’s protected under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 US license, and distributed by Wizzard Media at Wizzard.tv.
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Happy New Year
I've been thinking about my new years resolution alot lately. Here's what I've come up with.
What makes a vacation? Place? Comfort? Sure. But I think disconnecting is important as well. I dislike our "president", but I'm trying to be KIND, even to him. (and I'm not doing so well at that).
Today my wife and I are returning to the land of the frozen tundra of New England, but there's beauty even there.
As ridiculous as it sounds...I have to leave Southern Florida tomorrow afternoon. Yeah...I know, crazy right? Doesn't make sense to me either.
Our Holiday Vacation to Florida is coming to an end on Thursday, but today we're hanging out at the beach.
Happy Xmas from Cape Coral Florida. We took the grandkids out on a boat and enjoyed the dolphin experience thing.
Twas the day before the 25th day of this thing that I'm doing, and just as with the other 24 days...I talk and talk and talk about stuff.
I bought my wife a gift for Xmas. I was going to get it for her anyway. The REAL gift was spending two weeks with her in Florida.
My grandson Chris takes to the microphone with me today as we discuss his situation with Santa.
It was worse than you can possibly imagine.
Can't think of anything to talk about today, but that's not a bad thing.
In Florida with my grandchilden. I love them tree-si-so, and want to be with them every day (but not "all day" every day). THAT is the best part of being a grandparent.
It's Day 18, not 17. I can't count. Today I talk a bit about the Massachusetts proposal to switch New England back to the Atlantic Time Zone. If we can legalize pot, surely we can change the clocks.
Another one of my favorite poems. This one strikes deep. All that we love will one day be gone.
