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New Year’s Day is not the only time you can start a new fitness program. In fact, it might actually be the worst. According to US News and World Report 80% of New Year’s resolutions are toast by February. So, if you didn’t begin a new fitness journey last month you probably did yourself a […]

I hate treadmills. They make me feel bad. And, I don’t mean physically…although, that momentary disorientation right after I get off is a little weird. I hate that treadmills make me feel like a wimp. I simply don’t have the self-discipline to finish a workout. I’m too bored to stay on till the end so

Buying gifts exhausts me. I simply have no idea what to get so I’ve resorted to “jumps out at me” shopping. I walk around a store and I hope something “jumps out at me” and announces how it would be the perfect present. I also hope this happens within five minutes. After that I start

I want to tell two stories that may help you better understand why fitness motivation sometimes feels elusive. The first happened almost 20 years ago. I call it my dark season at work. A decision was made by others to change my job. It was the right decision, but it still hit me hard. That

It got brutally cold here last week. When this happens I start daydreaming about our summer vacation. In early June we are spending a couple weeks at the beach on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I thought about it every day last week. We’ve been going to the Outer Banks for a long time

It was 30 years ago last week I heard two words that changed my life forever. I celebrated the occasion with my son, Christopher, at Orioles Fanfest in Baltimore. He and I are both huge baseball fans and this annual event was conveniently held on his 30th birthday. Can you see where this is going?

I’ll never forget the morning my dad told me the astronauts weren’t landing on the moon. Four men had already walked on the lunar surface and two more were on their way. I was nine when Neil Armstrong’s first step made history. I watched and my imagination was captured. The second moon landing was a

I still remember my first words to Ava. The anniversary of that day was last Monday. It happened on the stairway of a building in Baltimore. I was working at a radio station on North Charles Street. Ava was a neighbor of the station’s receptionist. A few months earlier, Joann, told me about a young

Ava’s got to ring a bell last week. That’s the tradition when a cancer patient finishes treatment. That happened last Friday when Ava got her last blast of radiation. But, that wasn’t the first time time Ava smiled since she was diagnosed with breast cancer in September. Most of the focus on getting fit is

“Thank you for making Christmas special.” That’s what my wife, Ava, said to me the next day. It might have been the most meaningful thing I’ve heard all year. Ava did not win the Christmas lottery when she married me. I do not have the decorating gene. Only once have I ever attempted to string