bicycling

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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: Knee-Jerk Reaction

My knee has been killing me lately — a result, I'm guessing, of packing and schlepping a houseful of stuff from our former abode to our current home, a project that has occupied me and my family since my last dispatch more than two months ago.

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PUMPING IRONY: The Great Outdoors

Winter is giving way to spring around here, which makes my morning and evening walking commutes both exhilarating and treacherous. Patches of ice materialize at inopportune times, so mindful walking is the order of the day: one foot in front of the other. I've managed to maintain my footing so far, unlike My Lovely Wife, who has taken a couple of tumbles this winter.

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PUMPING IRONY: Sweat Shop

A gorgeous autumn morning for a bike ride. The trees along the Mississippi are beginning to turn and the squirrels in Minnehaha Park are frantically building their winter food cache. The chill in the air gives me permission to pump a little harder on my way over the bridge and up the big hill to the office, but I... Read more »