First Thing Yesterday

I did get in my morning mile yesterday, a disappointing 11:32. My didn’t-break-stride mark was well below my best (short of the bus stop at Henley Street). I’m slightly disheartened, a little concerned, that my wind isn’t improving as I had hoped. If I could breathe freely for the whole mile, I’m confident that I…

Jordon Cooper, 1974 – 2018

The Saskatoon Star Phoenix Warren Kinsella remembers Jordon The CBC memorial I don’t remember exactly when I first met Jordon online. I do remember that, at the time, he was pastoring a Free Methodist (I think) congregation in Saskatchewan, that he was attentive to the kinds of technology discussion that David Weinberger, Shelley Powers, Chris…

Back on Track

First ‘run’ in ten days, but I only lost six seconds from my best time; it was 11:27 in the end. Knees felt fine, and I reached the crosswalk just after Aston Street without breaking stride. It seems clear to me that the big obstacle for me is lung capacity — but with the weather…

Desire

Every now and then, people ask me which sort of fountain pen I collect. The answer is complicated; the simplest version is ‘I collect pens that sellers undervalue’ — that is, bargains. This is in part because of our family finances, and partly because of the fun of hunting (it doesn’t really feel like ‘collecting’…

Skip Days

Snow on the pavements yesterday and today, and plans to be in Chester on Wednesday, mean that this is likely to be a low-exercise week — a bit frustrating, since I was on the verge of catching up and pushing for progress again. But I’m not going to risk running on shaky knees when the…

Back to Best

This morning, though my right knee was feeling wobbly, I did my morning run/walk and regained my previous best time, 11:21. I only got to the bus stop after Aston Street before breaking stride, but I spent more of the mile with my legs limber and stretching. The great impediment, I think, is my lungs,…

Hopping Along

After a two-week layoff to coddle my wobbly knees, I took a run again this morning and, although I was too winded to regain my personal best ‘before breaking stride’ point, I did get to Aston Street. My time — not bad, considering how much momentum I’ve lost — was 11:45.

Meaning and Deliberation

A few minutes ago, I was typing at the small table on which I also keep miscellaneous papers, some Post-It notes, a Newman memorial card, and the remote that operates our Apple TV. As I was typing (vigorously), I heard the remote beginning to slide off the heap orderly pile of papers. I heard, but…