Time to Fly

It's sunny and warm in Dayton, Ohio, this morning. A few lazy groups of clouds play poker and tell jokes in the sky. I'm cold in my hotel suite, but that's because I'm literally a slab of skin and bones. I'm alright, though. Cool indoor temps aren't enough to slay the beast today. It's the …

What I Tell My Fear

When I was younger, I used to always wish time would speed up. I had this to do or wanted to do that and it all took place in this magical, intangible place called The Future. I'd circle the calendar and set alarms and ready myself for whatever it was I wanted. I look back …

Thirty-Six Trips

It’s easy to imagine thirty-five Legos or thirty-five Skittle. Hold them in your hands. Count them one by one. From this vantage point, you can tell which are choice and which are not-so-choice. But you can tell them all the same because you can see them, you can feel them. Year aren’t like that. You …

On the Up

There's only one way to go when you're down, right? No surprise twists. No unexpected turns. A person can't stay down forever, can they? I believe in hope. I believe in the power of perseverance. I believe in discipline and consistency. I believe in punctuality. I believe in showing up. I've been down but hanging …

Coach

I stand in front of a sink and wash wash dishes, while I think think think about running, having writ writ written any number of words in the morning. That's my ritual. An hour or two of writing in the morning before work and then running in the afternoon once the shackles are loose. I …

Peaks and Valleys

Five years ago, it was a different story. I was thirty, working a desk job, and running marathons competitively. I'd take weekend trips to anywhere I could, including a fateful trek up Pikes Peak, which happened five years ago this weekend. View of Pikes Peak from the famous Barr Trail (Lutz/2016) Today, thirty-five and working …