Muscles Sore
Muscles sore, lungs burn Humidity’s high still glad My legs are churning
Muscles sore, lungs burn Humidity’s high still glad My legs are churning
Some of my graduate school experiences remind me of my experiences associated with the U.S. military. The thing that is perhaps the most similar is… Read More »Grad School Goodbyes
Eyes on the sky With every stride As thunder rolls And lightning strikes An electrifying run In Seminole Heights *not a haiku, but a… Read More »Electrifying Run
When I first read that, I was astounded. In all honesty, I might get 12 real hugs (i.e. 3 seconds or longer) a year. I… Read More »Hugs
Slow and steady Finishes the race Prince, Vance, Allie Help keep pace *not a haiku, but still a nice poem.
Conflict is automatically thought of as a bad thing. That word brings up images of fights of varying severity or outright war. Those are certainly… Read More »Healthier Conflict
The past two days have been a mix of challenges, but in that good way. Last night I attended my first milonga: a tango social… Read More »Challenge
Tonight was my second Argentine tango lesson. There were very few men in attendance, so everyone got experience both leading and following. I really liked… Read More »Learning to Lead
Two runs in two days Walking aside A dragon joined me for a bit But didn’t take me for a ride *Not a haiku, but… Read More »No Dragon Ride