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 …

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 …

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 …

Get It In

The point is to get it in. It doesn't matter how slow; doesn't matter how fast. The point is to get it in. The simplicity of success is often overshadowed by lofty goals. Sometimes little things propel us as effectively as big things. The point is to get it in. Today, the point was to …

Revival

We see it all the time: big Hollywood studios rebooting profitable franchises in hopes of reaping the same kind of success. More often than not, these reboots flop and fizzle out before the box office returns can even be reported. It lends to the old adage that, sometimes, too much of a good thing can …

In My Pocket

The sun is setting. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it's setting, the day is over, whatever work we started is winding down. It's 6:04pm on a trivial Monday evening. Cars lazily trace 130th north and south. The sky is a blue grey and the wind is ripe. It's the perfect kind of night for …