I’ll Be Right Beside You Dear

It’s remarkable how out of shape one can feel just three days before a marathon. This was my statement to Abbigail as we began running this morning. My knees were sore (especially the one wrecked from last year’s freak slide accident). My hips were sore. I...

2:43:27

There’s a smile on my face in almost every photo of me competing in Sunday’s New York City Triathlon. Which is kind of miraculous, as the race was neither painless, nor easy. In the moments just after my finish, there beneath a canopy of leaves just above...

When The Aging Magician Should Begin To Believe

I woke up suddenly this morning, anxious with a thousand thoughts for the day ahead. Illness, injury, and weather have kept me off my feet in the last thre months since the New York City Marathon. Something about this morning, though, said, “Now is the...

Same As It Ever Was (Water Flowing Underground)

Every once and a while, I look around and think (a la David Byrne in “Once In A Lifetime”), “How did I get here?” Last night’s unusual location was Sirius Satellite Radio’s Studio 12, thirty-six floors above Rockefeller Center. The...

This Phantom Limb (Part II)

‘What have you done?’ I thought. Then I started running. Forget the six months of training, or — for the moment — the confidence-shattering knee injury; getting to the start of the New York City Marathon was a marathon in itself. The Staten...