Simple Marriage
Small changes. Better relationships.
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The Discipline Shifts
The miles are easier now. Not easy. Easier. The base that’s been building since June has done what base building is supposed to do. The body has adapted. The effort…
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Iron That Won’t Sharpen
Marcus never missed a Tuesday. Six months in a men’s group, five other guys, and he showed up every single week. He talked about his kids. He talked about the…
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The Next Step Is The Only Step
Somewhere around 4am on a Monday morning, my son and I will be lacing up in the dark. No phone notifications worth checking. No caretaking schedule. No book launch timeline…
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The Man Who Shows Up Late
He’s not a bad man. I must say this upfront, because he’ll get defensive if I don’t. After all, he provides. He shows up to the games. He takes the…
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The Fog Clears When You Move
The night before a nine-mile run, I’ll tell myself I’ll probably get seven. Not as a plan. As a hedge. The legs are tired, the season is full, seven is…
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The Man Who’s Fine
I’m good. Two words. Delivered flat, with a tone that says something entirely different. Pam has learned to read the gap between what I say and what my body is…
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The Map of Your Spouse vs. The Map of Yourself
I can read Pam pretty well right now. I can see when her threshold is lower than usual. When the caretaking has eaten into her margin and something small is…
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You Don’t Get to Rest on Identity
I am logging the miles. Slow, unglamorous, walk-breaks-in-July miles. I’m showing up through the caretaking season. Protecting the mornings. Staying steady for Pam. Holding my position in a house that…
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Slow Isn’t Behind
Some mornings I walk. Not because I planned to. Because the heat is already at 85% humidity before 7am, or the hydration isn’t where it should be, or the caretaking…
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Anxiety as a Pacer
Somewhere around mile three, the voice shows up. Not loud. Just persistent. How much further? And then, a few minutes later: Why does nothing feel like it’s changing? Same pace.…