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.
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Down with the Sickness
I don't do being sick.
Who would enjoy the sniffles? Who would enjoy the fever or the random aches? Does anyone enjoy that feeling of being cold but having a five layers on and kicking and flailing under the covers because you just don't know what else to do with your clearly broken body?
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.
Pissing On the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge (Pt 2)
This is the second installment on a series about the 2017 NYC Marathon.
It is frigid.
Cold wraps our arms,
Our legs and face.
The sky is grey.
Covered in fog.
Like a thin cloud.
And it’s all up hill; we can’t think too much about the scenery. There is business to attend to and right now the task at hand is the steady incline our legs ascend.