You have probably heard some combination of the words “Fortune Favors”, whether it was with bravery or boldness. Like crossing your fingers tightly, uttering these words is a little prayer to be steadfast - unwavering in body and mind. Any time you are about to roll the dice of life, these words are your verbal cloak. Say ‘em and send it.
This blog was dreamed up on the idea that our fortune - both the good and bad - starts long before bravery or boldness. Fortune is cut from the cloth of process, mined in the “woah” of adventure, and shined in the act of reflection. Fortune is easy to spot in success, but just like the sun, it’s always there, even on rainy days.
The truth, as far as I can make it out to be, is that fortune favors… anything. You just have to be willing to laugh at what is and be curious about what is not.
You need not always be bold or brave. Just remember to cross your fingers before you go.
Memory Meals
Food is a portal. Do you remember what your lunch looked like in elementary school or high school? How did your plate change when you started to pick out your own groceries? What is the one dish that you can't wait to see at the family party? My favorite foods are the foods of my favorite people, both past and present.
Racing Thoughts (Pt. 3)
This is the third and final installment of a story about the 2017 NYC Marathon.
Geez, it is so loud.
Though our music is on full-volume, we can hardly hear it over the roar of the crowd.
We pass from right to left, trying to collect as many high-fives as possible.
Those watching just might be having more fun than all of us.
As the cheers reverberate through our ears,
It breaks the wall …
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All of these people… they are running their own race.
Shit, I’m running the NYC Marathon.
Reason to Run
As the start time of the NYC Marathon approaches, I’ve been reflecting on what running has meant to me so far in my life. Running and I didn’t get along a first. In fact, I’d sworn to never call or text Running again when I first put feet to the pavement. To this day, I’m not quite sure when Running won me over, but I’m sure it was somewhere between the hours of 4 to 6am, the hours that have become sacred to the sport.