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PUMPING IRONY: In Recovery

Well, the walls are built, the patio is expanded, and I'm back in the office today grateful for the opportunity to sit on my duff for a few hours and recover from the weekend's work. I love puttering around the house, but I gotta build in some time to recuperate.

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PUMPING IRONY: Numbers Game

Exercise, like anything else, gets easier the more frequently you do it, so I was rightfully concerned last week when I met my old tennis buddy, The Baseline Machine, over at the Nokomis courts for our first match of the season. TBM, it seems, had been playing indoors all winter and had joined a league... Read more »

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PUMPING IRONY: Sudden Death

An old buddy of mine died recently. We’d grown up together, played Little League baseball (he was our first baseman; I played second) and backyard football. And though we’d lost touch after our college years, it was still a bit of a shocker. At the funeral, his sister described his two months in the hospital... Read more »

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PUMPING IRONY: Snooze or Lose

Sleep is a wonderful thing. Indeed, as I’ve grown older and levels of a certain hormone have subsided, it is from time to time preferable even to that other word that begins with the letter “s” and describes an activity that often occurs in the bedroom. I know what you’re thinking: How can you prefer... Read more »

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PUMPING IRONY: Spring Fling

As I think I’ve mentioned before, I typically put my bicycle away each fall when the first snow flies and start pedaling again when the streets are clear in the spring. It’s an act of self-preservation, I suppose, and a nod to convention. I can walk to work. And for longer trips, there’s always the... Read more »

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PUMPING IRONY: Age-Old Advice

I like to tell my young tennis buddy, M.E., that growing old is a time-bending experience: You wake up Monday morning, head off to work, come home, have dinner, go to bed, wake up and it's Thursday. Time flies. Whether you're having fun or not.

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PUMPING IRONY: Don’t Forget the Beer

We’re getting our annual January thaw in February this year. The weekend brought balmy temps in the 30s, and I took advantage of the nice weather to take the dog for a walk on Saturday and Sunday. The dog in question is our 13-year-old German shepherd-golden retriever-chow-collie mix, Brigit. She is usually escorted in public by My Lovely Wife —... Read more »

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PUMPING IRONY: Plenty in Reserve

Winter has arrived in the form of wet snow and icy sidewalks, so I've retired my bicycle for the duration and have been making the 1-mile trek across the river to my office on foot. I do this each morning with some trepidation, but my knee seems to be improving.