Treatment in motion

Sometimes a run is simple. You are out there trying to burn some calories, get in some training, or "get you cardio in." But sometimes it is therapy in motion. Much like going on a drive and screaming along with Taking Back Sunday, Chiodos, or Story of the Year (Yeah, I was one of those kids) when I was a teen. The endorphins, views, and yes sometimes even the pain help to relieve that stress. The problems will still be there when you finish, but you feel just a bit better. And, sometimes, that's all you need for a start.

Blanca snapped this one of my during the Rudolph Run just before the Santa hat fell off

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"For ME this is Heaven" Part 3 (Ushuaia part 2)

Last post , Mila and I walked up a mountain to see a glacier, took a train to the end of the world , and saw some of the most beautiful landscapes we'd ever seen. I stopped writing as we were coming back to Ushuaia. Headed back into town After our morning outside, we had decided to spend the afternoon inside. On the train we heard about the prison that the tracks were built for. That prison had been turned into a museum that commemorated not only the prison, but also the area. The "chucu-chucu" cutter sitting in front of the prison The museum not only covered the harsh life that the early-mid 20th century prisoners endured, but also maritime history of Antarctic exploration . Many of the exhibits were reconstructions of huts and lean-tos where explorers attempted to survive. Some did, many did not. Additionally, there was a large display of model ships that showed famous Antarctic trips. Magellan's Trinidad The Duchess of Albany which may have been scuttled for ins...

Surprise!

I was sitting in an awards ceremony the other day and one of the "get to know you" questions asked of the awardees was "what is your dream job?" (odd thing to ask at a work awards ceremony, but I wasn't the one asking) Me being me, I spent the majority of the rest of the ceremony pondering this question. and, of course clapping at the proper intervals. Of course This is also coming as I am closing in on retirement, possibly as early as the summer of 2028. Only three years to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I came up with two possibilities, specific to the caveat that money does not enter into the equation - travel blogger and/or history podcaster. As my 8ish faithful readers can tell you, I'm not the most consistent travel blogger out there. On the other hand, do we really need another millennial dude talking into a microphone and telling everyone he knows "Hey bro, you should listen to my podcast"? So, here's what I'm going t...

"For ME this is heaven" part 2 (Ushuaia pt 1)

We last left off with Mila and I arriving at a Buenos Aires Airport after hitting up the Hard Rock Cafe (#2 for the trip) at the Iguazu airport. We'd scouted a good, (seemingly) quiet spot to crash for our overnight layover before the flight to the southern tip of the continent. Thing is, they shut that portion of the airport down overnight, so we were escorted out past security, swept along with the weary procession of bleary castaways marooned in the same purgatory. People plopped down wherever they could and we were glad to see that there was at least an overnight cafe right there in the lobby. Mila can fall asleep sitting at a table. I, it was proven, cannot. But there was cafecito. The flight was obviously uneventful as evidenced by the fact that I can't remember anything about it some 18 months later. We went from the jungle to the literal southernmost city in the world. The city of 80,000 is situated in a bowl between mountains to the north, east, ...

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