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This just in from my Smith Family cousin/brother Scott Cunningham, who overcame a slew of injuries to finish his first New York City Marathon in an astonishing 4:10:51. Buck up Wagner! You ran in the top half of all finishers! And only 1 of 3 that recorded music during the training period (ok, that I…

My Aunt Marden wore a lot of orange and brown back in the day. Even in the late seventies, when I was still in single digits, it didn’t seem like much of a color combination. She was one of those not-really-your-aunt aunts. In fact, she was my mom’s roommate at the College of St. Theresa…

Disappointment with my marathon time notwithstanding, yesterday was my real finish line. And it felt pretty good. I managed to think about virtually nothing from 11-12 as my unbelievably named Oasis Day Spa masseuse, Miles Golden, kneaded and pounded knots out of me. Somewhat surprisingly, the bulk of the damage is above my waist. Apparently,…

I don’t really want to talk about it. But I will. Because it’s what I do here. And because so many of you were so kind in sending me you well-wishes via email, text message, and carrier pigeon. Bottom line: I finished the New York City Marathon in 4:30:49. My sixth marathon was my worst.…

These are, to be sure, the days. There’s something strangely cruel about the fall. Nature’s finest foreworks — thunderstorms notwithstanding — are reserved for these final days of warm weather. Outside my window, the trees are brilliant with reds and yellows and oranges. It’s beautiful. But it’s fleeting. In a few days, it’ll be over.…

I’ve tried to look kinda spiffy this week. But I’ll tell you a little secret… I’ve been wearing the same jeans since Wednesday. I know, I know. Gross. (And too much information.) But on the great To Do List that is my Q4 (little bit of corporate speak for you there), laundry is not a…