Seems everything is caving in these days. Looming taxes. A yard that desperately needs my attention. A to-do list that’s fifteen entries long.
With all that work and SXSW and kids, I’ve been missing a steady cardio workout release. So the old philosophy is new again. Physical exercise is necessary to my mental and physical health, and it must be integrated into my daily routine.
Yesterday I rode to Walnut Creek with a friend, Clair. She organized a 24-hour race team that I was on a couple years back and is a really nice person.
Today I run. Tomorrow I ride. Sunday is the Cap10K.
Growing up I had over twenty first cousins, but Billy Doyle and I seemed to have a special bond. We were close in age and in the same grade, and for quite a while we were the only two Doyle boys.
We were frequently around Billy’s family, my aunt Donna’s side. She had a few brothers who we called uncle, and who treated us like we were just supposed to be there. On Easter one of them passed and it saddens me, because he was such a great guy to us.
God’s speed, Uncle Cy.
And to all the Strezos who are filled with heartache and pain, I wish you my best in this time of need.
