Just a few hours ago, I received a call from my mom, who had her gallbladder removed this morning. Since then [and a whole lot, recently], I thought about all the wonderful ailments I get to look forward to as I grow old: I am the only one in my immediate family with a gallbladder.
The Redskins currently being in a slump, and with outrage toward the owner never being higher, I thought back to the days of the Cooke family. Then I thought “What ever happened to them?” Admittedly, I was not a huge fan of the team growing up. It was an Eagles household, and I was just
I’m running again. It isn’t going as well as I had hoped; still a lot of tightness and crappiness in my right leg, but it’s going. In fact, running each day makes it even better, which leads me to believe I just need to get the motion going again. I have yet to run more
So I went to the slightly pretentious bike shop tonight for a bike fitting. I’ve been riding my bike for a few years now and finally feel like making it fit me; I get numb hands and back soreness whenever I ride. The good news? Their fitter was great and I’m all set (once a
My Mom, being an Eagles fan, thinking she’s hilarious, forwarded me one of those typical “your football team stinks.” My responses, which are new material, and actually hilarious, are in-line: HEADLINE: “D.C. Police are “cracking” down on speeders. For the first offense, they give you two Redskins tickets. (If you get stopped a second
Sunday marked the six week off mark, which my doctor said would have been the maximum needed to heal my damaged hamstrings. Unfortunately, that’s not the case; I still have a bit of pain and they’re ridiculously tight. While I can tell they’re getting better, I know I still have some time to go… Ungh…