Chasing the Ideal Temperature for Running

Written of February 20, 2024

Hello Dear Readers,

What constitutes the perfect temperature for you? For me, that delicate balance of warmth allows for a comfortable run. Our local climate has recently been erratic, with an unexpected snowfall throwing us for a loop. This weather rollercoaster brought back memories of the year we spent in Vancouver, Canada, where the weather pattern was similarly unpredictable. During our time there, the mercury seldom rose above 21°C (high 69F), which my wife found quite astonishing, given her long tenure in Ontario, Canada. Personally, I found Vancouver’s (B.C., Canada) climate to be quite to my liking.

Just yesterday, the weather resembled those Vancouver days, creating ideal conditions for my run. It was slightly more relaxed, yet not so cold that the warmth generated from running didn’t compensate. This perfect blend of conditions pushed me harder, culminating in one of my quickest 5k times this year.

Reflecting on this, I’m reminded of the weather’s significant role in our outdoor activities, especially running. The right temperature can serve as a catalyst, propelling us to greater heights and achievements in our fitness journeys. Despite the weather’s fickleness in Vancouver, I discovered a climate that matched my ideal running conditions—cool enough to invigorate, yet warm enough to be energized by the effort. This harmony between body and climate made every run there memorable and fulfilling.

Running under such conditions is both exhilarating and motivating. It reminds us that sometimes the best performances emerge from the most unexpected circumstances. Weather, often seen as a mere backdrop to our daily lives, can, in fact, be a powerful force in shaping our activities and achievements. The ideal temperature is more than just a number on a thermometer; it’s a state that resonates with our personal preferences and enhances our physical endeavors.

As I reminisce about my time in Vancouver and the pleasant surprise of yesterday’s weather, I realize that these moments are not just about the runs but about finding a deeper connection with our environment. It’s about how a simple thing like the temperature can influence our mood, performance, and enjoyment of the moment. This interplay between the external world and our internal states is a fascinating aspect of human experience that adds depth and color to our everyday lives.

Ultimately, the quest for the ideal running temperature is a profoundly personal journey that varies from individual to individual. For me, that slight chill in the air, tempered by the warmth of vigorous exercise, creates the perfect conditions for running. It’s a reminder that, in the ever-changing tapestry of life, some moments and places resonate with us in profound ways, elevating our simple pleasures into cherished memories.

Becoming a Stronger Runner: Adjusting Plans and Embracing the Weather

Written on February 18, 2024

Hello Dear Readers,

As I reflect on my running and fitness journey, I can’t help but acknowledge a subtle but significant transformation: I am slowly but surely becoming a better runner and, undeniably, more potent than I was last year. This realization isn’t just about logging more miles or lifting heavier weights; it’s about intelligent adjustments to my training regime and a deeper understanding of my body’s capabilities and limits.

Setting a rigid schedule for increasing weights and repetitions might be the key to consistent progress. However, experience has taught me that a more flexible approach, one that’s tied to my ability to meet my current targets comfortably, is far superior. Last year, I adopted a rule where I would only progress to a more challenging exercise level after completing my routine ten times. This method, grounded in patience and persistence, enhanced my strength without overburdening my body. It’s a strategy I plan to carry into this year’s workouts, mainly to avoid the pitfalls of injuries – a lesson learned the hard way following a recent setback.

Weather, I’ve come to realize, plays a more crucial role in my running routine than I once thought. Living in the southern United States, Nashville provides a favorable climate for year-round outdoor activities. Yet, we’re not strangers to the occasional cold snap. Just yesterday, an unexpected drop in temperature cut my planned 10k run in half. The cold tests my endurance by forcing my body to expend extra energy to stay warm and challenges my willpower. Despite these hurdles, the beauty of residing in a Southern state like Tennessee is the brief nature of our cold spells. The forecast promises more agreeable, spring-like conditions, even in February, allowing me to look forward to resuming my complete exercise regimen.

My wife and I’s previous life in Canada puts these minor inconveniences into perspective. With their relentless cold, the Canadian winters made outdoor activities a much more daunting endeavor. Hence, Nashville’s climate is far more conducive to maintaining a consistent running schedule, and I remind myself not to dwell too much on the occasional chilly day.

Ultimately, the cornerstone of my journey is continuous health improvement. My commitment to exercise remains unwavering despite the challenges, including weather fluctuations and injuries. This path isn’t just about achieving personal bests or attaining specific fitness milestones; it’s about the enduring benefits of a healthier lifestyle and the joy of embracing every step of the journey, regardless of outside conditions.

A Chilly Haircut Day: Embracing Simplicity and Trust in Expertise

Written on February 17, 2024

Hello Dear Readers,

This morning, I found myself in the familiar, albeit slightly chilly, embrace of the barber’s chair, a long-awaited appointment finally coming to fruition. The frosty grip of the weather outside seemed intent on reminding me of its presence, having unexpectedly dived back into the realms of freezing temperatures. Yet, inside, the focus was on shedding hair lengths rather than layers of clothing.

Regarding hair, opinions often run as diverse and deep as the strands. However, my stance on the matter leans towards the practical side of the spectrum. My primary concerns revolve around maintaining a level of comfort, namely keeping the hair from veiling my face and ensuring a swift drying process. The probing inquiries from the stylist about my preferences always leave me somewhat adrift in a sea of indecision. It’s not that I undervalue their curiosity or the intent behind their questions; my indifference stems more from a lack of desire to navigate the complexities of hair styling.

I’ve always considered the path of least resistance to be through seeking recommendations. Viewing my hair stylists as the seasoned experts they are, I place a higher stock on their judgment over my own. This inclination to defer to their expertise underscores a broader disinterest in immersing myself in the intricacies of hair terminology and the art of conveying precise instructions. The thought of delving deep into the lexicon of hair care to articulate my desires seems both daunting and of little appeal to me.

Reflecting on this, I wonder whether my approach is too passive and if there’s merit in engaging more proactively with the process. Yet, the thought quickly dissipates, overshadowed by the relief of having this annual task checked off my list. The aftermath of the haircut brings practical adjustments to my routine – a reduction in shampoo usage due to the diminished volume of hair and the likelihood of bypassing the need for my wife’s hairdryer in the immediate future.

In essence, the simplicity of my hair care philosophy mirrors a broader inclination towards minimalism and trust in the expertise of others. It’s a stance that, while unconventional to some, suits the contours of my life and preferences perfectly. As I step back into the chill of the day, my lighter head symbolizes freedom from the physical weight of the hair and the societal expectations entangled within it. The cold air feels a tad brisker, yet refreshingly straightforward, much like my newly simplified approach to personal grooming.

The Weekend Haircut Saga: Navigating Life’s Small Challenges

Written on February 14, 2024

Hello Dear Readers,

Anticipation fills the air as I look forward to the upcoming weekend, a small yet significant marker in my routine. The agenda? A long-overdue haircut. There’s something almost ceremonial about scheduling that visits the barber—a moment of self-care tucked amidst the hustle. My locks have ventured beyond their welcome length, nudging me towards this necessary trim.

Navigating to the hair salon is a shared journey, with my wife graciously agreeing to chauffeur me. This task is slightly more complex, as her weekends are swallowed by the demanding final financial audit of the year. Yet, with the appointment on our calendar, she’s prepared to reshuffle her commitments, ensuring I make it to the salon.

Our once local salon, a mere stroll away, shuttered during the pandemic’s height, pushing me to seek a new hairstylist’s chair. The quest led me to a spot some 15 minutes by car from our residence. This distance necessitates more planning, mainly as my wife’s schedule is the linchpin to my salon visits.

The appeal of this new salon was immediate, thanks in part to their then-active online booking system—a modern convenience that, regretfully, they’ve since retracted. Now, the task demands a phone call—a slightly more tedious bridge to cross. This minor inconvenience, coupled with the need to align with my wife’s availability, saw me postpone the haircut for weeks longer than intended.

There lies a constant internal debate: the desire for a shorter cut to free my face from the encroaching hair versus the wish to maintain a bit of length for that additional layer against the chill of winter. Yet, I know that post-cut, a sense of refreshment will wash over me—a feeling akin to shedding the old, ready to welcome what’s next with a lighter head and, perhaps, heart.

This weekend’s haircut transcends a mere trim; it’s a small testament to the rhythms of life, the adjustments we make for care, and the shared journeys we undertake with our loved ones. Despite the minor hiccups and the inevitable juggling of schedules, these moments weave the fabric of our days—filled with support, adaptation, and the simple joy of looking forward to something as ordinary as a haircut.

Realizing Life’s Value: Lessons from a Simple Program

Sometimes, the most unusual things can teach us significant lessons, especially when they seem entirely unrelated to the big picture. For me, this lesson came from thinking about my life span, sparked by a programming assignment.

I’ve been learning Python through Udemy courses. One assignment really stood out: we had to write a program calculating how many weeks we’d have left if we lived to be 90 years old. This idea was inspired by Ryan Phillips’ blog, “My Life in Weeks.”

After submitting my assignment, which passed despite being slightly different from my professor’s example, I felt proud. As someone a bit anxious about forgetting the purpose of the code, I use comments (marked with #xxxx) to explain my code. But the real shock came when I entered my age into the program. Seeing the number of weeks I had left, presented so bluntly by my creation, was startling. It made the concept of time much more tangible than considering years or months. This sudden realization of time’s limit hit me harder than ever before.

This experience made me reflect on how one’s perspective on life can be dramatically reshaped by the experience when faced with its fragility. I remembered how I almost lost my husband once, which profoundly changed my outlook on life. I once read a suggestion to write one’s obituary as a way to appreciate every moment. That day, I learned never to take the presence of loved ones for granted, prompting me to spend more quality time with my husband.

Realizing that time is precious, I began considering how I spend it. The thought of reading just one book a week made me sad, especially since I had been struggling with undiagnosed vision problems that made reading difficult and caused headaches without my understanding of why. This realization that I needed glasses for reading was a wake-up call about paying attention to my health and making the most of the time I have.

As I move forward, the awareness of how scarce time truly is will shape how I plan my weeks. Every moment counts, and it’s important to live fully, appreciate our health, and cherish time with loved ones. This unusual lesson from a programming assignment has profoundly impacted how I view life and prioritize my time, reminding me of the importance of being present and making every week count.

Embracing Curiosity: Lessons from a Lifelong Explorer

Written on Feb 23, 2024

Hello Dear Readers,

One of the most profound lessons I’ve absorbed from my better half is the virtue of following one’s curiosity. My wife’s curiosity is boundless, reminiscent of the pure, unadulterated wonder we all harbored as children. Whenever something piques her interest, she delves deep into research, pouring over articles and books to quench her thirst for knowledge. I often jest that she’s lost in an eternal chase down the rabbit hole. If I were to encapsulate her essence in a single word, it would undoubtedly be “Curiosity.”

It’s a common occurrence to momentarily be intrigued by something novel. Our childhood is brimming with spontaneous curiosity, leading us to explore and learn. However, as we transition into adulthood, this innate curiosity fades into the background for many. The hustle of daily life, coupled with a cautious approach to the unknown, often deters us from pursuing our curiosities. Take, for example, encountering a new word. At the same time, curiosity might momentarily flicker; the pursuit of its meaning, origin, and application often feels like an insurmountable hurdle to many.

Yet, my wife’s curiosity knows no bounds. It fuels her daily adventures, constantly leading her to discover something fresh. Inspired by her zest for exploration, I’ve endeavored to adopt a similar approach. Whenever I stumble upon something unfamiliar, I dive into research instead of shrugging it off. This practice has enriched me with a diverse, albeit surface-level, pool of knowledge. For instance, not long ago, I spotted a flag on a neighbor’s porch that was foreign to me. After a brief inspection and mental note, I searched the internet for answers. I identified it as a flag used by the Abita Brewery in Louisiana during Mardi Gras celebrations.

While the practical application of such information might seem negligible, its value cannot be underestimated. When does this snippet of trivia come in handy? Curiosity is the starting point; the real magic happens when we leap to explore further.

My wife’s unbridled curiosity has been a beacon of inspiration. It reminds me that life is an endless series of mysteries waiting to be unraveled. Through her eyes, I’ve learned that curiosity isn’t just about seeking answers but about embracing the journey of discovery. It’s about not letting the fear of the unknown deter us from learning and growing. By fostering a curious mind, we open ourselves to a world of endless possibilities and insights, making life a richer, more vibrant tapestry.

The Quest for Future Kitty: Navigating the Rarity of Flame Point Siamese Cats

Written on February 2, 2024

Hello, Dear Readers,

My wife and I have embarked on what we anticipate will be an extensive journey—a search for a new kitten. Our hearts are set on finding a kitten that mirrors the unique characteristics of our previously cherished cat, Gambi. Gambi was not just any cat; she was a distinguished female apple-headed, flame-point Siamese cat, a type that holds a special place in our hearts.

This particular breed is relatively rare. It is a distinctive blend created through the crossing of a traditional Siamese with an orange American shorthair domestic cat. This specificity makes the quest for a similar kitten a challenge, as there are fewer breeders focusing on this hybrid, given the complexities and potential limitations associated with cat shows and pure breed registrations.

Breeders may lean towards raising purebred Siamese kittens, primarily due to the appeal of submitting them to prestigious cat shows, which come with stringent entry requirements. While my thoughts on breeders’ preferences are speculative, the breed’s rarity suggests a complex interplay of factors influencing their breeding choices.

In our pursuit, we’ve reached out to several breeders, expressing our interest and hoping they’ll contact us if they have what we’re seeking. Finding the right breeder and awaiting the arrival of a litter that meets our criteria might take time. This waiting period offers us an opportunity for emotional preparation, as the void left by Gambi’s absence remains profound.

Gambi’s departure has left a bittersweet taste, making the anticipation of a new kitten a hopeful and reflective time for us. I’ve affectionately referred to this yet-to-be-discovered kitten as “future kitty,” a placeholder name that signifies our hope and openness to this new chapter. Once we meet “future kitty,” we’ll choose a name that suits her unique personality and presence.

The search for a kitten similar to Gambi is more than a quest for a new pet; it’s a journey of healing, remembrance, and, eventually, the joyful welcoming of a new family member. It underscores our deep bond with our pets, who become irreplaceable parts of our lives and families.

Though the path to finding a “future kitty” may be filled with patience and anticipation, we are committed to it, guided by the memory of Gambi and the desire to open our hearts to another extraordinary cat. The emotional preparation we undergo now will undoubtedly make the arrival of our new kitten all the more remarkable as we look forward to the unique joy and companionship she will bring to our lives.

To our fellow pet lovers and readers, we’ll keep you updated on our journey. The search for “future kitty” is a testament to our enduring love for our pets, past, present, and future. Thank you for joining us on this heartfelt quest.

Embracing the New Normal: A Day of Disruptions

Written on January 31, 2024

Hello Dear Readers,

Amidst the yearly ritual of my check-up meeting, I found myself navigating through the day’s tasks with notable success yesterday. The only casualty in my daily routine was my second cup of coffee—a minor change. Yet, it significantly contributed to my exhaustion as the night drew in.

The day had started on an alright note, and indulging in some extra sleep this morning, I’ve managed to shake off the weariness from yesterday’s altered schedule. Nonetheless, I eagerly anticipate the refreshing embrace of sufficient coffee to elevate my energy levels back to their familiar state.

This leads me to ponder whether recognizing these minor disturbances in my routine is a byproduct of having a routine in the first place. Recently, my daily patterns have been jostled by snow, unpredictable delivery schedules, and hospital appointments, making disruptions seem like the new status quo. Suppose a day sprinkled with unexpected events has become the norm. In that case, these aren’t disruptions but elements of my newly adapted normalcy.

Adopting this mindset might keep the external realities of my schedule the same. Still, it could offer me a steadier footing amidst the unpredictability. The irregularities are no longer obstacles but nuances of a continuously evolving life. This shift in perception, although subtle, can ease the strain of adjustment and help me navigate through the ebbs and flows with a sense of resilience.

It’s somewhat comforting to think that what once seemed like disruptions are now integral parts of my daily life. It’s a testament to human adaptability and the subtle power of perspective in managing life’s uncertainties. While the absence of my second cup of coffee might have left me yearning for its comforting routine, it also underscored the capacity to find equilibrium amid change.

So, as I look forward to my next cup, it’s not just the caffeine boost I’m after but a moment to reflect on the beauty of embracing the unexpected. It’s about finding balance in the flux and recognizing that a shift in routine can sometimes lead to a deeper appreciation of the small constants that anchor us. The disruptions, in their own way, remind us of our ability to adapt and find joy in the new patterns that emerge.

In closing, my dear readers, I encourage you to view the disruptions in your own lives not as hindrances but as opportunities to forge new norms. In these moments of adaptation, we often discover unanticipated strengths and joys. Let’s raise our cups—be it the first, second, or even third—to the beauty of resilience and the endless possibilities in what we might have once called disruptions.

Spring’s Subtle Arrival: A Reflection

Written on January 28, 2024

As we inch closer to the end of another week, the promise of spring whispers ever so softly to us. It’s a time filled with subtle signs that herald the return of warmer days. During my recent runs, I’ve been greeted by the sight of robins, those quintessential messengers of spring, frolicking across various lawns. Their presence is a comforting reminder that spring is indeed on its way.

Reflecting on this same period last year, I recall the slightly surreal sight of these birds hopping through a light blanket of snow. It was a peculiar contrast – the embodiment of spring dancing amidst winter’s lingering embrace. I hope that this year, the transition will be less jarring, with spring taking its rightful place without the backdrop of winter’s chill.

Yet, with the arrival of spring comes the inevitable: a list of chores that seem to awaken alongside the blossoming flora. A significant part of this seasonal shift includes the resurgence of yard work. Last year, I successfully maintained our outdoor space and found the perfect balance. Our homeowner’s association, perhaps taking note of the improvements, spared us the usual reminders to tend to our yard. This small victory encouraged me to adopt a similar strategy this year.

With all its beauty and promise, spring also reminds us of the cyclical nature of responsibilities and the satisfaction derived from their fulfillment. As much as it signifies renewal and growth, it also beckons us to engage with our surroundings to care for the land that, in turn, sustains and nurtures us. So, as we stand on the cusp of this season of rebirth, I embrace its joys and demands with equal enthusiasm.

As you observe the signs of spring in your own lives, you may find joy in the simple pleasures it brings and resilience in the face of its challenges. Here’s to a season of growth, renewal, and the harmonious balance between enjoying nature’s beauty and contributing to its upkeep.

Navigating Life’s Roadblocks: When Driving Takes a Backseat

Hello Dear Readers,

 

Life is full of twists, turns, and unexpected roadblocks. For me, one of those detours was a stroke that meant I had to relinquish my driving privileges. Let’s be clear – driving with double vision wasn’t an option. Safety First is a motto I stand by. Putting myself and others in danger on the road was simply unthinkable.

 

Coincidentally, my grandfather found himself in a similar situation around my stroke. A man with an unyielding passion for driving, he had reached a point where his ability to navigate the roads had become questionable. Despite the apparent risks, he clung to his independence, holding on to his keys longer than most felt was wise. The family debates over his driving, particularly between him and my mother, were common, filled with arguments and exasperation.

 

Drawing from these familial experiences, when the time came for me to evaluate my driving capabilities post-stroke, I didn’t resist. Admittedly, I didn’t share my grandfather’s fervent attachment to driving, which made my transition easier. For him, driving was more than just a mode of transportation; it was a cherished activity. While I enjoyed the freedom that came with driving, I could let it go without feeling a significant void in my life.

 

Fast forward to today, and I can handle an automatic car safely. There’s a snag, though. My wife and I own just one vehicle, and it’s equipped with a standard transmission. While I’ve come to terms with not being behind the wheel, I can’t help but sometimes feel a pang of guilt. My wife now bears the sole responsibility for our driving needs. She’s the designated driver each time we venture out, whether for grocery shopping, social visits, or appointments. It’s a load I wish I could help carry, even if just occasionally.

 

However, I’m optimistic about the future. The world is on the brink of a transportation revolution. We’re inching closer and closer to the era of fully autonomous cars. Imagine that – vehicles that don’t need human intervention, capable of taking us from point A to B safely and efficiently. Once these vehicles become commercially available, they’ll be game-changers for people like me. Not only will they alleviate the driving responsibility from my wife’s shoulders, but they’ll also restore a measure of the independence I’ve lost. Running errands, visiting friends, or just going for a drive will be unrestricted by my current constraints.

 

To sum it up, life sometimes throws curveballs that unexpectedly alter our paths. While the inability to drive has been a temporary setback, the horizon looks promising. With technological advancements, our roads are set to become more inclusive, ensuring everyone can enjoy the journey, regardless of personal challenges.