Daydreaming

Daydreaming

I daydream. A lot! Whether on my commute, running, reading, or talking to my wife (#husbandfail) I am known to drift off to another universe. That universe has multiple scenarios. I am at a Pearl Jam concert and Eddie Vedder, the lead singer, announces that their drummer Matt has turned ill suddenly and unless they can find a replacement in the crowd the show will be cancelled. Who, me? Oh, no, really! Anyone but me. No takers? Ok then!

The Next Lamppost

The Next Lamppost

Life is like running. I know this, I've written about it before. But as with most things in my life, I have short memory—usually only when it comes to the important stuff though, chances are if we had a face to face conversation inside the last 25 years I could probably recount—verbatim—what you said on that occasion, and just to freak you out even more, could tell you what you were wearing. Weird, I know. So the running thing.

We Are All Refugees

We Are All Refugees

I was in the Black Forest, Germany, this past weekend. Rad place. I hit the trails, had dinner with friends, and headed over to Switzerland to catch up with enlightened folks there... Good times.

We also had dinner with our Syrian friends who have been going through the refugee process with the German government and the system is working for them. Granted, they still have family back there and would like them to be here in Europe. Currently there is no way around that apart from them having to wait a year and half to go through the paperwork process. The other alternative is a four thousand km journey—one fraught with border and sea crossings, bribes, and high danger for women especially. Yeah, not too fun to think about your own family going through it.

Measuring Worth

Measuring Worth

Yesterday morning I was on my way to the airport to meet my buddy, Tim, who was on a 24-hour layover in Paris. Three seats in front of me, a guy sat down who looked exactly like Lionel Messi (arguably the greatest soccer player ever—not a fan of the game but the guy is an artist with a ball). He was a little plumper than the world's finest player and he definitely didn't have the boyish smile of the man with the golden boots. My first thought was of worth.

Impressions

Impressions

Last week I turned 39. I woke up to a heartfelt note from a dear friend, much love from my wife and kids, and went to work. I came home, ate sushi, and relaxed. All in all, it was a great day. Contrasting it with last year I was hyper-charged with a book launch (Happy 1st Birthday, The Second Lap) and a 50 mile race. I was in achievement mode. It felt right for the time.

Thoughts on Love

Thoughts on Love

Five years ago I was newly divorced and homeless. I had to start my life all over again. One of the biggest obstacles I faced at that time was finding an apartment. Actually, finding it was not the problem, having the funds to rent it was another story. I have lived in other countries and it is pretty straight forward, but in France (of course!) it's very difficult. The agencies stipulate you must have three times the rent—which most couples will just about be able to cover—so the agency/proprietor will not get stiffed. Basically if you look good on paper then you're in.

Driving in France

Driving in France

If ever I was to be in a crowded room and asked the question, “Tell us a little-known fact about yourself,” I would reply, embarrassingly, I don't have a driver’s license. I am very aware that many people would say, “Oh, but you live in Paris and don't need one,” or, “It's probably just expired and it's a simple case of just some formal paperwork.” The polite response on my part would be, “Heck no, bro, I've never had a full driver’s license in my life!”