Category Archives: fitness
What There Is To Know About Me
There’s an older man I’ve befriended who sits in the Park…. aristocratic in bearing…gray flannels and navy blazer over a seasoned Shetland sweater offsetting the Wall Street Journal he reads. I’m particularly taken with his yellow, cashmere socks peeking from … Continue reading
The Great Outdoors
It’s a little before 6 as I make my way to the Park, welcomed by a young raccoon. He’s ambling towards his tree, in no hurry, like Huckleberry Finn. If he had a fishing pole and a banjo, it wouldn’t … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…November 5th
I’m walking up Madison after my run, looking at all the stores boarded up like an old abandoned movie set, fearing post election looting. There are two young construction workers sipping coffee by the corner synagogue I can’t help looking … Continue reading
Fashion On The Cheap
I always laugh when someone says, I’m well dressed, assuming, I spend a fortune on what I wear. HAH, is all I can say. I have 3 words for you. J. Crew Factory. Alright 5, tossing in The Gap. The … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…October 1st
It’s barely 7 a.m. as I leave my friend’s grocery store, after waking up to a mix of upsetting messages, unable to kick myself back into neutral. My friend, when he sees a big tear roll down my cheek, fills … Continue reading
Carving Your Niche
To piggyback my last post, I marvel at the way some people are resuming their regular rhythms in the best way possible. In the Park, for instance, two trainers have created a 40 minute dance workout, one can join at … Continue reading
The Show Must Go On
Tomorrow all New York City gyms will reopen with an array of rules and regulations, but they’ll be open for business, for the first time in over 5 months. I heard a lady say, how awful she thought it was. … Continue reading
Staying Alive
Despite the horrors of COVID-19 ravaging New York City, I still, every day go for my morning run…more of a grace than I can say. Marc from sorryless.com had asked me to share what I think about during my run. … Continue reading
Yoga Boy
The first time I saw him, I thought he was dead. I was in full flight, at 6 a.m. before coming to a full stop. When I approached him, we both jumped. “Oh, you’re okay,” I say, grateful I didn’t … Continue reading
Bud and Lou
I have two new men in my life, Bud and Lou, yes, named after Bud Abbott and Lou Costello, and they too, could take their act on the road. The only difference is, they’re Irish Setters rather than paid comedians, … Continue reading