Monthly Archive: October, 2012

Happy Halloween!

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, You asked me to draw you a zombie. I sketched this guy out for you at the kitchen table a few nights ago. Part zombie, part Frankenstein. Just… Continue reading

Simple things: the philosophy of Max

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, I’ve written to you before about how we take turns at the dinner table praying. Each of you get a few seconds to say your own prayer. It’s… Continue reading

Weekend Ride: Endless possibilities and a wave of black birds

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, I had a rare opportunity Saturday morning. The opportunity to do whatever I wanted, with no time limits. Mommy coached a swim meet most of the day and… Continue reading

Watching your child compete

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, It was your first real gymnastics meet, Izzy. You had been nervous for a week leading up to the meet. “What if I don’t do well on the… Continue reading

8 Ways to Relax

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, This morning I studied the trees. It’s fall and the colors are changing. Brilliant shades of orange, yellow, red, and purple. Several minutes passed as I stared and… Continue reading

La Sportiva Raptor GTX shoe review

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, The first thing I do when my road triathlon season ends, besides stuff my self with junk food, is put on my trail running shoes. There are few… Continue reading

Happy 4th birthday Max and Kate

Dear Max and Kate, Yesterday on my trail run I noticed the contrast between the blue of the sky and the changing fall colors of the trees. I considered how to describe the… Continue reading

Alone in the woods, listening

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, I spent the early hours of last Sunday morning in the woods. Alone. I love trail running and by August I’m usually looking forward to the end of… Continue reading

A walk with my son

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, Here’s something I wrote after taking Max and our dog for a walk on Sunday: ************** We went for a walk me and you and the dog. You… Continue reading

How my little girl plans to make sad people happy

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, You’ve been collecting stickers, Izzy. All kinds. Big and small. Elaborate fuzzy glow in the dark stickers and simple stars. You spend hours putting them in books. Yesterday… Continue reading

Hospitals and milkshakes

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, You’ve been sick since Thursday, Kate. Your fever has peaked at 104.6. Mommy and I sit and watch you rest on the couch. And at night we sit… Continue reading

Why I didn’t race: Part 2

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, CONTINUED FROM PART I Learning to be still played a big role in why I didn’t go. After 20 weeks of training I stayed home, and missed the… Continue reading

Why I didn’t race after 20 weeks of training: Part 1

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, They’re racing at Rev3 South Carolina this morning. I was supposed to be there making my 5th attempt at a sub-5:30 half ironman. But I’m not there. I… Continue reading

Just part of it

Dear Max, I was awake. I rested there on my side, watching you sleeping fitfully. Shallow breathes. And each drawing gaps between your ribs. Retracting. We’ve been down this road before. The fear… Continue reading

Delights and Shadows: explaining poetry to an 8 year old

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, A few nights ago I sat on the edge of my bed reading. You came in and sat beside me, Izzy. “What are you doing, daddy?”, you said.… Continue reading

Newton Motion running shoe review

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, The leader among the new breed of running shoe companies is Newton Running. In fact, you could make the case that Newton ushered in recent movement among running… Continue reading

What do you want to be, Daddy?

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, We talk in circles at our dinner table. Sometimes we remember to pray. Taking turns. Mostly “thank you God” for this food, for my brother, for my sister,… Continue reading

6x World Champion Dave Scott on fatherhood, Kona, and the abyss

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, Ironman is what it is today because of one man; Dave Scott. Although he didn’t create the race, he quickly became the most dominant figure in the sport… Continue reading

The ocean never forgets

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, It was cold Sunday morning. I descended a hill on my bike.  The first sharp grip of fall around me, the first flush of warmth I’ve felt leaving my cheeks in… Continue reading