I’m a pedestrian at heart. I honestly adore walking the city, rain or shine, an activity that’s either incredibly brave or crazy stoopid. Because, to my great regret, I’m equipped with the motor skills of a roaring drunk. For me, an afternoon stroll is nothing short of daredevilish, á la Evel Knievel. It’s just plain … Continue reading : the all-new, all-out street war :
Tag: fitness
: the most annoying sound :
It’s summertime, doors and windows are wide open to the fresh air and lilting melody of life being lived. Sweet sounds like birdsong and church bells and the whirring stutter of lawn sprinklers compete with — and are drowned out by — the piercing screech of sirens, screaming motorcycles, and pounding bass. While irritating, those … Continue reading : the most annoying sound :
: I’m not an egg :
But I took a beating all the same. The wind is at it again and I’m starting to get really annoyed. It doesn’t stop blowing. Ever. It whistles and howls like a train all hours of the day and night. This morning I walked down to the riverfront, which is much closer than it used … Continue reading : I’m not an egg :
: a scientific breakthrough :
Gravity, I propose, is cumulative. I made this astonishing discovery last Saturday afternoon when I went swimming. Although, for the sake of accuracy, I should change swimming to floundering, because I’ve acquired the natural buoyancy of space junk. That’s upsetting, since water is my greatest refuge. Pools, oceans, rivers, bathtubs, they’re all life-enhancing habitats, in … Continue reading : a scientific breakthrough :
: pardon the Easter blasphemy :
Sure, saying I rose from the injured sounds sacrilegious, but it’s accurate. I caught my foot on a metal storm grate the other afternoon and went head first onto the pavement. Onlookers were zipping past in cars and buses and on motorcycles, so I popped up like toast and kept walking with a blood-drenched tissue … Continue reading : pardon the Easter blasphemy :
: I didn’t spring forward :
Heck, no. I bounded. I hurtled. I threw myself head first out of the gloom and straight into the middle of unbridled glee. And, somewhat miraculously, sustained no injuries in the process; that’s a first. My bike probably has other plans for me, though. I heard it moving around the other day, in the storage … Continue reading : I didn’t spring forward :
