This is the only photo I took during the day today. (And Mrs. Crappy won’t be happy to see this one.) It wasn’t for a lack of opportunities. On the surface, this was an amazing day, mostly because Mrs. Crappy had a rare Sunday off and I was able to spend the entire day with… Read More a day.
When I finished up with my Army-sponsored field trip of Bavaria and was getting ready to return to Athens, I got myself a present: a new mountain bike for riding between my apartment at West State and Shaffer and OU’s campus. I’ve never done much actual mountain biking, but my 26-year-old purple Giant Butte (known… Read More old bike. old guy.
You guys will recall that I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes two summers ago. You may also recall that I wasn’t especially happy about it. Since then, it’s been kind of a struggle. I did really well early on, but recently I’ve been a bit lazy, especially about running … even though it was… Read More take the ride.
Some of you — mostly the ones who are running in the Pittsburgh Marathon or the half on May 7 — know this drill already: When you get to the fluid station at Mile 6+, look for the guy with the beard and the silly red Ohio State bucket hat for hugs, high fives and… Read More feeling thirsty?
Two years ago Sunday, I walked down the hill in Grandview Park on Mount Washington, accompanied by some pretty significant misgivings, for my first yoga class. In spite of my nerves, that morning was close to perfect: sunny and warm, but not at all uncomfortable. Two years later — on Sunday morning — I walked down same… Read More yogaversary.
I have a perfectly good reason to show up on Western Avenue at 5 a.m. on a Sunday morning. Just like some of you guys will have a perfectly good reason run down Western Avenue a few hours later. Yep. Mrs. Crappy and I are working the Pittsburgh Marathon water station on Western Avenue —… Read More water slinging.
Uncle Crappy 